Shamser Sinha – who is on the National Theatre Connections project – relished the idea of writing a play about a South-Asian working-class family in England today which didn’t involve forced marriage, honour killings or the temptations of teenage terrorism. Nor does it major on racism, though like a troublesome ache that always runs under such lives: the sensitive son Faisal, who dreams of stars and the universe and reads St-Exupery’s The Little Prince, gets punched at school. But then the problem is actually aggravated by his amiable but slightly muttonheaded Dad Amjad the cab driver, who nags at him not to be girly but punch back. And that is interracially relatable if anything is. Indeed mostly we could be in any working-class drama of the last seventy years, in a good way. Though as Amjad ruefully says, whenever a passenger gets into his cab, he is “for them the only Pakistani in town”, so he must always be professional, a credit to his race. And that’s a burden.