Oscar Wilde would be proud. His timeless wit has the whole of St Ann's Well Gardens in peals of laughter until the sun sets.

Some of the more risque jokes which can be lost on an unattentive reader could not be missed as the actors executed the lines with perfect comic timing.

Sarah Mann's performance as Lady Bracknell is superb. Her pompous tone and bulging eyes are enough to silence any outspoken politician let alone the pair of foppish dandies who prance around the gardens in pink pin-striped blazers, cravats and smoking jackets.

As I sip my glass of wine I wait for the moment when Mann's eyes will finally pop out of her head, such is the energy she instils in the character. Her moans and groans, whoops of delight and exclamations of disapproval make her the ultimate matriarchal dragon.

I am sure the residents of all the nearby flats won't miss her bellowing the famous line, "a handbag", upon discovering the true origins of her prospective son-in-law Earnest, or Jack as you may know him if you happen to be in the country.

The petty argument over Algernon's (Robert Maloney) fondness for muffins and Cecily and Gwendolen's frosty exchange are scenes I had been looking forward to and they do not disappoint. Gwendolen (Stephanie Prince) tosses her hair and sticks her nose in the air delightfully and Cecily (Lucinda Cowden) is the epitome of silliness.

Miss Prism and Reverend Chasuble's love affair ties the thing together neatly.

By the end of the evening the audience leaves with a warm glow - accounted for either by the numerous bottles of wine consumed or, more likely, the satisfaction of seeing one of the greatest comic plays brought to life with such talent and understanding.