WE took the father in law to watch this on Tuesday night. He’s a Johnnies man who used to work in the Grand Opera House, as did his father before him. He now spends his Sunday’s alone at home watching whatever GAA game is on TV.

If there’s a play on in the Roddies, he’ll go to it and then when it’s over he’ll pretend to go to the toilet but somehow end up lingering around the fruit machine.

So when I saw St Mungo’s advertised in Ivan Little’s Sunday Life column, it seemed like a good Christmas present to get him. That and a pre meal in Villa Italia (for any of you who think we’re stingy buggers).

During the meal, a sophisticated cravat wearing gentleman was seated at the table in front of us. After eyeing up the fancy neck piece and staring at him too many times, I realised he was Eamonn Mallie off the TV.

When we handed in our tickets at the Wellie Park, I noticed the play was being promoted by Jerome Quinn, also off the TV – but not as much any more.

I will get to the review of this play at some stage.

This is the first time we’ve been to a play in this venue. At first it seemed a strange choice until the place started filling up with 95% of the audience members being young studenty looking males accompanied by their parents and the odd girlfriend. Aah, I get it – the Holylands effect. Smart thinking there Jerome.

Conor Grimes and Alan McKee who also coincidently be on TV always put on a good show. We’ve been to a couple of their Christmas comedies and always have a good night. This too was very good.

But. And there’s a big but. There’s a lot of culchie talk and sometimes I did not have a clue what they were talking about. Even the father in law was stumped at some of the GAA references they were coming off with.

There were parts to the script that only those rural dwellers got. Stuff about legends and sheep. Maybe it’s just us in our Westie bubble and untuned ears because the rest of the audience were sniggering and firing knowing glances to each other throughout.

One thing that we all found funny was the social club politics. This is a play to go to if you drink in a social club, played for the local team, have ever partaken in fundraising or if indeed you wear a golden halo and are ‘on the committee’. It’s also a play to go to if you’ve lost your husband to ‘the club’.

The Casement Park debacle was mentioned with Ryan Feeney whoever he is being unanimously agreed as the villain. Then everyone’s favourite altruistic ranter, Joe Brolly made an appearance to the delight of the audience – for all the wrong reasons.

There’s talk of this play touring the GAA’s clubs in West Belfast and it really will be a good night out. But they’ll need to reduce the £15 price tag. We don’t all work for the Grab All Association.