Reading Wodehouse allows the imagination free rein over the fun of Jeeves and Wooster, a pleasure inevitably curtailed by a dramatized version.

That is unless it is augmented by the utterly hilarious stage business of Perfect Nonsense adapted by the Goodale Brothers and directed by Sean Foley.

A cast of three metamorphose into at least a dozen Wodehousian characters including a terrier (stuffed) and cat and newts (unseen).

With almost unbelievable adroitness, Jason Thorpe as – primarily - Jeeves and Christopher Ryan as – mostly - Seppings, sport hats, wigs, stools and lampshades to become aunts, girlfriends, butlers and tall terrifying fascists with a secret line in ladies underwear.

Bertie Wooster remains himself while acting - a skill he believes is dreadfully overrated and, worse, will have to be done all over again tomorrow.

Robert Webb narrates his tale to the audience with much period charm and theatrical flourish: vaudeville skills of dance, drag, mime and impression as demonstrated by all three actors may never have been part of Wodehouse’s original intention, but they bring the house down.

The plain set grows in complexity and confusion, just like the story itself, and cleverly revolving thanks to a bicycling policeman.