Squeezed into the tightest frock you've ever seen, split so high up the thigh it made my eyes water, the Parisian ambassador for old-school glamour, Caroline Nin, belted out her set accompanied by pianist Sean Hargreaves.

Nin has a voice to be reckoned with, one that can sing in three languages and pull off Piaf well, but this was not an evening based solely on music - a seduction mission was clearly afoot.

Put it this way, Nin knew exactly where to move her hands over that skin-tight gown. However, the scene-setting stories tended to ramble and her lament that prostitutes are no longer called 'girls of joy' made me splutter.

Did I leave seduced? Not really - while it is undeniable that the lady is a vamp, it all felt a bit too cruise ship for my liking.