Comfort Zone tells the story of a woman with more power than she deserves, whose lost touch with the reality of the industry she claims to have single-handedly created. Deirdre James is a protagonist clinging to the last bastion of power (let alone integrity) and in between programming her friend’s work and shagging the Art’s Minister’s PA, she flaunts herself with an air of superiority wrapped round a Greenroom Award. This is a woman who can make or break the drug and alcohol addictions of many aspiring playwrights.

When Deirdre’s sexual favours for arts funding backfires, she is faced with a financial ultimatum that is delivered by a socially misfortunate lad who works for the Arts Minister. His news wreaks havoc upon their fragile lives.

This is extreme fringe. Expect to be entertained by a rather frank and honest opinion of how arts funding is decided and disseminated, a perception of the selection criteria for many theatrical managers and how they plan their theatre seasons.

This is a comedy about our view of what it’s really like to know someone in the upper echelons of power of the theatre world. It’s who you know and boy do we push that envelope. Keep in mind this is a tongue-in-cheek comedy that allows a good dose of laughter at ourselves as playwrights and artisans. Often we think we know what is going on behind closed doors – the question remains, “Is Comfort Zone pointing in the right direction?”