The authorship of Terry Pratchett and the spelling of his celebrated novel Wyrd Sisters is enough to alert an audience to something strange, but in Pratchett’s fantasy Discworld (which exists on a flat earth supported by four elephants, themselves balancing on a giant turtle), clearly anything goes.

This tale of three Witches – two and an apprentice – who save a baby, a Fool and a Kingdom, was dramatized in 1996 and has become as popular as the original book, perhaps because watching the Shakespearean references is more fun than reading them – and perhaps because Pratchett’s philosophy of watching the effect words have on reality is essentially theatrical.

The Brighton Little Theatre cast hurl themselves into Discworld with joyous abandon as acting fantasy means forgetting traditional references – fools are kings, witches drink beer and daggers collapse.

Director Mike Wells marshalls his forces with considerable skill for the wonderfully wacky world of Pratchett’s imagination: nearly 20 players organise themselves meticulously against dramatic sets, effective staging and noises off on the tiny stage of the Little Theatre. Is it all a touch overdone? A bit hammed up? Probably. Does it matter? No – it’s just wyrd.