Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

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Writer Moira Buffini hasn’t the faintest idea how posh people behave: Nancy Carroll as Lady Diana in Buffini's Manor at the National. Photo: Manuel Harlan

Somewhere in the wilds of England a stately home is collapsing. Rising floodwaters threaten the foundations. Storms break over the leaking roofs. Inside, an argument rages between a snooty moron, Lady Diana, and her drunken Marxist husband who used to be rock star.

This is the chaotic opening of Moira Buffini’s country-house drama Manor.

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