Review by Steve Bennett

There's little more to this than a couple of drama school girls showing off what accents they can do in the pretence of character comedy.

These young sisters go no further the broadest of stereotypes - the Irish characters, for example, are simple-minded folk who eat potatoes and sell turf.

Although quite mean-spirited, it's not quite as offensive as it sounds - but it is incredibly lazy.

The premise is that this motley collections of characters are all waiting in a Portuguese airport for their delayed flight home (number 6969 - which gives an indication of the level of humour on display).

The comedy rarely extends past mocking the way people speak - such as a couple of sub-Ali G-style bling-bling girls - and when it does venture towards a joke it's usually a pained malapropism such as "Osama Bin Liner", or the sort of generic truisms you can easily cull from the internet ("No one ever makes Cup-A-Soup in a bowl")

There's also a deeply cynical use of a domestic violence victim blatently engineered to give the show some sort of depth and poignancy, but it just comes across as crass and gratuitous.

One glimmer of potential is the "I'm bonkers, me" holiday rep Julie, who is well-observed and well-executed, but otherwise these characters have all the depth of a saucer.

Review date: 1 Jan 2002
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett