Beginning with an introductory fanfare and high-fives with the audience, Murray Lachlan Young created an amazing rapport with all.

Both children and "ex children" alike were equally entertained by his broad themes, including TV (it makes us different from animals, but not in a good way), and poo (it makes us all the same).

The performance poet had a flamboyant and warmly formidable presence. Sometimes he wore crazy wigs and cloaks but was equally theatrical in his dandy suit, shaking his own mass of dark curls.

Any children who wanted to take to the stage, which was most of them, did so. My son went up twice and performed in The Nine Dead Williams, a poem which had children happily throwing themselves all over the place. Murray signed the printed, illustrated version at the end.

His poems were something in the vein of Dr Seuss or Shel Silverstein, but always original. They were a mixture of tongue-in-cheek nonsense and poignant messages, such as, "If I were a polar bear/I’d move to Brighton, Churchill Square", about the need for animal relocation due to global warming.

Murray captivated us for a joyful hour of pure and interactive creativity.