Two men meet in an airport men's room (Excuse me. But you're pissing on
my foot.) sometime in the early 1990s in the Arabian Gulf. From this
meeting, they proceed to get a bit drunk on bad liquor, discover a
magical hidden room, get transported back to the Ireland of the late
1940s and '50s, rummage through memories of their days at Trinity
College (though they apparently never knew each other), and fumble about
like Laurel and Hardy trying to make a degree of sense of what's
happening (or did happen) to them. As oblique and deliciously Irish as
Joyce and Beckett, and drawing upon the time warps of Flann O'Brien,
Bernard Share has composed an hallucinatory and comic romp through
Ireland past and present.