With regular ferry crossings and cheap flights, Amsterdam is practically a suburb of Hull these days. It's certainly a useful annexe for John Godber's inspiration - last year's Going Dutch followed four middle-aged swingers mellowing out in Europe's most permissive capital; here we find a horde of horny office workers killing time between conferences with a spot of window-shopping.
Amsterdam's red light district is already something of a Godber scenario sprung to life - a lurid, nocturnal maze of neon-lit alleyways, intimidating doormen and pent-up males with their noses pressed against the glass. Yet, as is invariably the case with Godber's male characters, the steaming aggression is merely a front for a sense of inadequacy.
Office manager Tom (Robert Angell) is a bully who is all talk and no action. Kev (Simon Naylor) is the archetypal ditherer, who will stand for hours debating whether a massage constitutes real sex. But the surprise package is Dennis (Matthew Booth) the most prudish, whose scorn for his colleagues conceals genuine anguish that his domestic sex life has been "put in the attic along with all the other stuff we don't want".
Alice Bartlett's production has the genuine feel of a furtive encounter on the seamy side of the 'Dam - you are accompanied to your seat by shady hustlers peddling their wares, while the steely-eyed, scantily clad Daisy Martin and Una McNulty do a sterling job of suggesting a strange reversal in power, whereby the women become predators and men the gullible victims.
Godber frames the narrative by introducing a disaffected narrator with the unenviable task of slopping out peep- show cubicles after use. It's a useful device which brings a nice circularity to the action, but cannot disguise the fact that the entire show is based around the frenetic build-up to an encounter that can only prove to be a disappointment. That's the trouble with live sex shows - the ending is so predictable.
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