THIS brave attempt at contemporary comedy is let down by a bitty script that never gets to grips with the matter in hand - a phobia of flying. Writer John Godber - who penned Fly Me to the Moon for amateur societies - doesn't include many gags but tries to parody people who attended a course to counter their fears.

On the whole there is little to hold your attention with the range of characters belying none-too-subtle stereotypes.

There is the burly Glaswegian who can't deal with his feelings, the alcoholic middle- aged woman and the ex-RAF old duffer pilot.

The main protagonists - ably played by Julie Innes and Athol M'Donald - were not given the tools to build a convincing relationship at the core of the play.

Things livened up after the interval as the tension built before the break is released when the neurotics take to the skies and survive to tell the tale.

The experience leads to recriminations between Innes and M'Donald's Anne and Dave but - somewhat tamely - all ends well.

Both this and the Nonentities' last offering (A Letter of Resignation) have, I think, brought home the importance of giving the actors a fighting chance by selecting decent scripts. FA