You know when a structure has lost its essence but retained its shape, the geologists call it: a Pseudomorph. A false shape. Thats our marriage. Mr and Mrs Elliot have imprisoned themselves within a domestic incarceration of marriage, family and societys twitching curtains. Battling through their self-made entrapment for the sake of the kids, they soon begin to destroy each other through an ugly routine of rows, affairs and suicidal blackmail. Written with a controlled irony and an underlying compassion for its tormented characters, Ted Whiteheads bold and unflinching play asks questions about the choices we make to fit in with social conventions questions that are just as relevant now as they were in 1972.