Les Dennis is a very good comedian and a superb game show host who made Family Fortunes into something of an institution.

But he is not an actor and the one thing Alan Ayckbourn needs in his plays is actors.

As Dennis, the DIY-obsessed husband, Dennis fails to create depth and any sense of character. His voice reaches near shouting pitch and stays there.

He gives Dennis no light or shade and although, as a comedian, his timing is good when telling stories, here, in tragi-comedy, he fails to get a hold on it.

Indeed, the whole cast seems ill at ease with this revival of a play first seen in 1976.

It is not, I fear, among Ayckbourn's best.

There is little that is funny in the script. It is, perhaps, much more of an actor's piece and you need actors of the stance of Richard Briers to bring it off well.

As in all Ayckbourn's texts, we are confronted with the tensions that lurk behind the net curtains of suburbia.

This one looks, in particular, at the way we do not listen to one another, along with the usual anxieties and the petty cruelties we mete out to our nearest and dearest.

But 25 years on from its opening, this is ground that has been done better and more often in TV sitcoms and dramas.

A wife being led to mental breakdown is now not so harrowing nor as shocking as it once was.

Bread's Jean Boht is not given very much to do and the feistiest player by far is Dorothy Atkinson as Pamela, the friend who is desperately seeking a life she thinks she deserves.

Just Between Ourselves is penny-ante fare from a prolific dramatist and surely something better could have been revived.

The set, though, is good - not least for the ancient Ford Prefect which remains on stage throughout the play.

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