Eoin Glaister returns with part two of his social absurdist trilogy for all we are, and this time; there's girl scouts.

After setting up a quintessentially bizarre village community in part one and the impending motorway-based disaster that's destined to hit their town, part 2 exists almost entirely within a town hall meeting that very predictably descends into chaos. Packed full of genuine laugh-out-loud moments (the shot of the old woman fake-crying killed me) and some great exaggerated physical performances from the cast, despite being a single location, the plot moves forward nicely and sets up for a tantalising conclusion to a very British problem.