Audience participation is a great thing if it works, and it certainly did here – perhaps not surprising considering who was on stage.

Every single person in the audience either gave or received a hug five minutes after Tina C made her spectacular entrance.

The drag incarnation of English comic writer and performer Christopher Green, the rootin’ tootin’ embodiment of a Seventies country and western singer (complete with gleaming smile and nasal twang) is, as Stephen Fry has pointed out, one of the great comic creations of the age.

A genuinely fine singer songwriter, nothing is sacred in Tina C’s world and she gets away with throwaway comments even Frankie Boyle might baulk at.

As ever, capitalism is a strong theme (‘Am I spending? Am I breathing!’) of her show,which mixes political satire with an endearing cheeky lewdness.

Sending up religion, conspicuous consumption, America, Brighton, and a myriad other subjects, Tina C left the stage on the same high note she had entered.

Every single person in the Spiegeltent got up during her last number to participate in simple but effective line dance. Inspired.