If all the spectacular stuff failed and the only people left to carry this show were the Grumbleweeds (Robin Colvill and Graham Walker), I reckon audiences would still think it worth the ticket money.

They are an outrageous pair of Broker’s Men, their often risque repartee impeccably timed and their routines and impersonations - everything from the Teletubbies to Ali G and Cher - wickedly performed. Just Walker’s oversized flat cap and suggestion that he found his boots outside a mosque is enough to set the audience off. His supposed impalement on a magician’s chair brings tears to the eyes.

John Partridge makes a strong and sexy Prince Charming to Aimie Atkinson’s nicely flesh-and-blood Cinderella, and Martin Ramsdin and David Robbins as the Ugly Sisters have more lavish costumes changes than seems humanly possible, including being flown into the ball as a pair of chandeliers.

There are big numbers from Sheila Ferguson’s richly-voiced Fairy Godmother, suspended in a hanging moon, and gorgeous scenic effects include a magnificent flying horse and carriage. What the show does need, though, is the amplification turning down. It’s a blast throughout that allows for very little light and shade and doesn’t do the solo singers any favours.