So, the inaugural season of Sir Ken Branagh's Theatre Company continues with The Painkiller.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Many of you will, of course, be familiar with the play in its original form as 'Le Contrat' by Francis Veber; Sean Foley has adapted the piece for Ken and sidekick Rob Brydon.

Now you might have concerns about going to see such a French farce, lest it degenerate into Ken chewing the scenery, Brydon shouting in a broad Welsh accent and looking bewildered and everyone's trousers falling down.

You would be absolutely correct. I'm afraid that's exactlty what we get. It's all very jolly, and everything, but... instantly forgettable.

In short, don't make a special trip.

[Classic Jorge]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

You should be grateful.

[Luis Anaconda]

[Classic Jorge]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

And then, whoops! His trouser fell down.

[Luis Anaconda]

[Ashberto]

[Pokster]

[Classic Jorge]

I thank you for your advice but I'm officially not allowed an opinion on theatre - mostly as I believe it to be an utterly dead and obsolete art form - because my other half has a theatre degree and is properly into all of that ****e.

[71 Guns - channeling the spirit of Mr Hat]

Ah...

[Mo Britain less Europe]

[Mo Britain less Europe]