During her 45 minute, one-woman, 200 pony exposé concerning identity, individualism, groupthink, corporeality and consumerism, Lucy Hutson held the audience rapt with her ability to riff on challenging concepts with deadpan humour and genuine affability.

Using the comically asinine format of the forms supplied by mental health facilities to ascertain the seriousness of the plight, Hutson opened with a selection of truly terrible chat-up lines and proceeded to ask us whether we were “not at all wooed, slightly wooed, markedly wooed or very severely wooed” by them.

She stated the aim that was to get us all to fancy her at least slightly before the performance ended.

This goal was achieved as Hutson faced down the difficulties in making moral and ethical choices that we all face in an entirely unconvoluted and disarming way.

Supported by a huge cast of candy-coloured My Little Ponies, she handled the stage as a lone performer brilliantly.

Eventually, a pony was taped to a remote control monster truck, the remote commandeered by an audience member, and the other ponies ebulliently mown down while Hutson perched on a chair eating Burger King produce and drinking a Starbucks.

Very severely wooed.

Four stars