It was impossibe not to join in with the cast's energetic renditions and their A-Z of nostalgic songs was very impressive, even if they did cheat occasionally. Their alternative "posh" version of 'Show me the way to go home', called 'Indicate the way to my abode', was hilarious. Routines featuring Swoop the flying seagull and Albert the performing flea had the audience in fits of laughter and called for lots of audience participation. In one sketch, the cast sang ditties featuring "naughty" lyrics and others littered with ryhming slang - a glossary of terms came in useful here.
Most of the acts were a definite hit but, while John Holland's one-man-band came as a nice surprise, he found it difficult to sing and play the plethora of instruments at the same time and drowned out his dulcet tones. The whole show could have evoked bad memories of dodgy cabaret at holiday camps in the 1970's, or programmes such as Tonight at the London Palladium - the type of entertainment which, sadly, is still going strong in some quarters today. But, thankfully, this was all very tongue-in-cheek. I was pleasantly surprised at this lively bunch who had me singing 'Roll out the barrel' and 'Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner', all the way home.