Glyn Maxwell's comic, verse monologue starts like any traditional best man's speech; full of awkward silences and terrible jokes, but beneath it all we see a bitter man boiling away below the surface. After all, the groom, as well as being the best mate is also the boss, a nice guy and a financial success. The type of chap we all stare at enviously while murmuring 'lucky git' below our breath.

As the monologue commences Bailey, brilliantly performed by Danny Swanson, teases us with his present as he slowly unwraps it layer by layer throughout the speech, just as he sheds his own layers of niceness.

Hinting to the audience of things to come we are told "This is a Best Man speech. Did you think it would be easy?" Fortunately it isn't as we are delved into the childhood of Bailey and the Groom, Addy and their dealings with the school girl commonly known as 'ashtray'. Discovering that the perfect groom has been sleeping with and pimping ashtray to his fellow golf club members is quite a shocking moment, although Swanson soon has the, albeit darker, gags firing out to us soon enough.

Swanson's portrayal of Bailey is excellent; he holds the stage well and delivers his gags with excellent timing whilst also taking us on his dark tale of discovery. Whilst watching his performance, I saw everything I loved and hated in a best man's speech. Just as should be expected. Fantastic.

The only problem with this production is the venue itself. The dark dank and lets face it quite smelly Underbelly is not the ideal venue for this play. Something a bit more glitzy would help us to believe that we were actually privy to a wedding speech, not a monologue in a smelly room.