WHAT do you do if you find seven hundred grand in a briefcase on a train?
You hightail it to Barcelona. Obviously.
Unless you’re in a Ray Cooney farce, of course. In that case, you’re sure to be hindered by assorted taxi drivers, neighbours, a drunken wife, various fictitious relatives and a couple of policemen on totally unrelated business. Not forgetting the cat.
That farce is Funny Money, and it tops off the Pomegranate’s excellent spring repertory season this week, with neither a bang nor a whimper but a whole lot of laughs.
John Goodrum finds the money, and digs himself ever deeper into the inevitable hole. Susie Hawthorne starts out stressed and finishes up legless. Patric Kearns does a neat line in gormless bemusement, while Sue Earnshaw is gleefully up for anything.
Chris Sheridan, John Hester and Al Naed are (relatively) innocent bystanders, and Adrian Lloyd-James makes a fleeting but memorable appearance at the end.
And a thoroughly muddled and uproarious time is had by all, especially the audience.
It’s been another great rep reason. Pity it has to end on Saturday.