You are sitting in an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. In the intimate space of the Courtyard Theatre at King's Cross, London, you're not just watching, you are in the meeting.
Seven alcoholics are telling their harrowing life stories - simply, naturally, with only as much melodrama as comes naturally to their characters.
Jack (Riley Stewart), from an Irish background, comes from a family of alcoholics, his mother dying at the age of 13 left him an orphan. (Earlier, his father had drowned in a puddle while in an alcoholic stupor.) Jack drank to forget; he drank to find a family. Of course both efforts failed.
Then there's Tim (Gary Lawrence) who cries as he talks of his family - led by his macho football coach father - refusing to accept his homosexuality; he still can't use the word "gay". Then his story gets even darker.
Carroll (Natalie White) is an East End girl who chased the good life, the party life, and ended up in an increasingly tawdry series of relationships. She's still being stalked by an old lover, but is trying, she says, to learn to love herself, although she's yet to throw off all the sexy mannerisms of her old way of life.
Debbie (Cathy Hayes), who was married for six weeks to a man known only as Wild Bob, wanted to live in the Sixties, and became a rock groupie -taking alcohol and drugs in enormous quanitities in the hope of turning herself into Janis Joplin. Now she's turned her addictive personality to football, which is entirely consuming her weekends.
Jim (Brian Timoney - who also directs) has just lost his wife to cancer, only a few years after he got off the grog. And he's angry at the world, angry at God, but mostly angry at himself for spoiling so many years.
Becky (Mandy Walsh) is a posh, middle-class mother whose alcoholism led her to beat her toddler. But, she says, too fast and too often, her life is perfect, just perfect, really perfect, now. And she has absolutely no, none at all, desire to drink.