It's my creation - like Frankenstein's monster.

An artist, a scientist and a sexpot are coming to dinner. Paige, hostess extraordinaire, is celebrating the publication of her husband's bestseller. The arrival of Mike, marooned in the foggy lane after crashing his van, provides an unexpected addition to the evening's entertainment. A silent waiter, sourced from an obscure website, completes the picture. Primordial Soup is first on the menu.­ Let the dinner from hell begin.

A wonderful comedy chiller, with blood on the carpet before bedtime.

Dinner premiered at the National Theatre's Loft space in November 2002.