A man with no legs, a half-naked women being walked like a dog, a naked man doing ballet and confessions of alcoholism and bulimia - not your average dance show.

But then again, the brilliant DV8 are hardly your average dance company.

From the minute the words Blessed Are The Average blinked out from an illuminated sign at the front of the stage, the concept of average became a yardstick against which things were literally measured.

At one point, it was a dancer with a measuring tape asking "How long is our relationship? Is it this long? Is this long enough or is that too long?"

Combining contemporary and classical dance, theatre, song, humour and improvisation, DV8 explored the notion of society-enforced images. The concept of what is average, what is normal, what are stereotypes and how we conform to them.

These concepts were challenged most powerfully by David Toole, a legless dancer who moved with a grace, confidence and virtuosity that was breathtaking.

Our fascination with him was instant. His body different to our own, making it easy to judge and compare.

But as he talked, told flirtatious jokes and effortlessly glided about the stage, our need to compare was lessened.

We didn't get away with it that easily though. In one brutal scene, we were reminded of the reality of disability and the potential arrogance of the able bodied.

Sitting quietly and motionless, David was interrogated by another dancer.

"Were you born like that or did your legs get chopped off? Can you have children? Do you blame God for being born?" An invasion of privacy delivered with the attitude of "I have the right to know".

The show was a rapid fire of short scenes delivered with a passion and eccentricity which barely allowed for blinking.

An inventive set, which looked like the rolling green fields of a bohemian park, included trap doors and movable pillars allowing DV8's carnival of charmingly real characters to fill the Corn Exchange with a brilliance which is rarely seen.