Having announced their intention to bring a bit of West End magic into our dull southern lives at the outset of their performance, these two men delivered an innuendo-saturated, pianistically-dexterous and verbally sophisticated, glittering cabaret performance which was camp-com extrordinaire.

Oozing with celebrity slander and social stereotyping, the show seemed a bit like what might ensue if one staged a chic London stage version of Heat magazine.

The duo had their delighted audience aching with laughter, applauding mid-number and singing along with the most enthusiasm I've ever heard from a Brighton crowd.

Frankly, I felt I had landed on another planet and some of the quips went over my head.

But while it wasn't quite my cup of herbal tea, the crowd were in hysterics.

If this is your scene, see it.