Is-Siġġijiet is not just about chairs. It is also about nothingness and meaninglessness, miscommunication and isolation – that type when you look back and realise you never amounted to much. It’s a stark irrelevance that gnaws at you and makes you desperate to hold onto whatever significance you can and say ‘yes, it wasn’t all for nothing’. It’s not a comforting thought, but the script does well in hiding that with its quips and gags.