Michael Frayn’s revived 1975 comedy harks back to when newspapers operated at a loss and journalism was a precarious career. No change there. But set as it is in a paper’s cuttings library — run by Imogen Stubbs’s endearingly disorganised Lucy — Christopher Luscombe’s nostalgic production reveals this play to be a fantastically dated yet incredibly relevant commentary on the sterile efficiency of today’s Google era. The dehumanising influence here is Lucy’s frighteningly competent new assistant (Chloe Newsome), who pigeonholes stories and relationships — a cold-bloodied girl with no ink in her veins, aka the future.
