In Monologue, the first of two Harold Pinter pieces, a man reminisces about his friendship with another man and the rivalry for their shared love shared love of a woman.

The man has moved on, he explains to his absent companion with a lovely line, "I'm way past mythologies, left them all behind, cocoa, sleep, Beethoven, cats, rain, black girls, bosom pals, literature, custard." The girl was black and the man explains that he loved her body while the absent friend loved her soul.

At 30 minutes, it's short but gripping piece with at least enough classic pauses to fill a full-length play or two by any other playwright and Clive Mendus, as the Man, demands attention.

Landscape, the longer piece, is two-hander where a couple, Duff and Beth, George Irving and Maggie Henderson, talk without apparently hearing each other.

Beth reminisces lyrically about an idyllic day on the beach with a lover, while Duff, a cellar man seems to address her crudely but directly about his indiscretions and life. But she never hears him, nor he her.

What does it all mean, who are they and exactly what was their relationship? As with most Pinter, it means whatever you can make of it. Pinter is Pinter and this is what he does.

Aficionados will be fascinated, and if you're new to him, well it's a short initiation.

The plays run until Saturday February 19. Tickets on 01225 448844.

Philip Horton