Courtesy of the Barabbas company, a large metal cube sits in Temple Bar, with 24 seats bolted on to its vertical sides. Each seat is equipped with earphones and viewing glasses to connect its occupier with the goings-on inside. With a full complement of passengers, the Cube begins to move slowly around the Square, and an eight-minute-long show is - can I say - consummated?

We are in stream-of-consciousness territory here. What I saw were a segmented island, clashing hurley sticks, a lighthouse (I think), familiar photographs, horse-racing, a box of cash and other representative images of our dear isle. I heard voices speaking in a modern vernacular - "yeh boy yeh" - so realistically as to make me cling to my upper-tier perch. Plus some diddlydi-dum music with native roots.

I'm not going to make an eejit of myself by offering a critical analysis of this jolly jape. But only the stodgiest of visitors, native or foreign, would fail to knock some fun out of its sheer novelty; so don't be a stranger, now.

Runs until Friday from 7 p.m. to 8.15 p.m. and from 9 p.m. to 10.15 p.m.; admission free; to book phone 01- 6715717