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At one point an actor stepped out of the play to invite a member of the audience to join him on stage for sex.

Class A drugs in Croydon, sexual simulation with a laptop - Wolf Meat was a wild romp that trampled theatrical barriers with barely a shrug.

"Sometimes I wish we weren't brother and sister, Wolfie" - the tone was playful throughout. "I smell slag" - everything was done in the best possible taste.

The "magic of theatre" was constantly deconstructed as dramatic devices were played with by the four actors; one character specifically came on to tell everyone when she would next appear in the action. Such theatrical anarchy can easily fall on its face.

It requires strong performances, good writing and astute direction. The audience reaction was to stand and applaud an adventurous and very funny show that managed to incorporate slapstick, absurdity, cabaret, oh ... and theatre.

There was original music too and what fun that was. Whatever the style, the result was hilarious. The denouement rap was magic.

Never anything less than a big laugh, Wolf Meat didn't have a message at its heart or a story that had to be told. It's ethos was entertainment with a capital E.