"Suspender your disbelief and brace yourselves for a bumpy ride," mimed Binkie Beaumont, a howlingly funny, yet obviously unfemale air hostess.

There was no beating about the bush in this show, as the troupe of striking seem-males sprinted on, gyrating their rounded hips and lip-synching to Don’t You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me? And who would possibly disagree when confronted with such dewy skin and wasp-waists?

Next up was One Night In Bangkok, featuring Thai dancers who at first glance looked totally convincing, until, that is, you noticed their slightly strangely-shaped calf muscles.

The highlights of the show, performance-wise were some impressive male floor acrobats, and a brief spot of dancing by a Thai Michael Jackson impersonator. However, much of the other dancing looked pretty clunky and there was no singing, just lip-synching to songs chosen for their double meanings.

But anyone disappointed would have been missing the point, as the show brimmed over with home-spun charm and fabulous, if slightly freaky, costumes. And who could forget an evening in the company of 16 wonderfully beautiful human beings whose skill and dedication - or should that read skilful depilation – have earned them a place in the hearts of so many Brightonians?