Timberlina played mother, painted scarlet, bearded and with a shapeless smock, singing pithy songs about the environment and fatbergs (grease and hair clogged in a sink, in case you were wondering) and setting the tone for pure unadulterated quirk for the evening.
Charlotte Victoria Furness, the sailorwench-cum-bundle of wool (she wore a home-knitted wig. Obviously) performed a handful of enchanting but slightly unsettling songs, including a love song for her GBF and a ditty about harbouring a secret pregnancy. Her contrast between innocence (with Beanie Babies pinned to her dress) and slight mania gave her songs that slight sprinkling of crazy that edged them away from being cute and straying more into the realms of fascinating discomfort.
Patrick Carroll-Fog pulled out his accordion for the start of the second half, singing two contrasting songs. With one a haunting elegy in the style of his namesake Patrick Wolf, the other was a jaunty and light-hearted attack on folks that irritate him... suffixed of course with a caveat, which all good English attacks should have - "You annoy me, but I must apologise for vocalising my annoyance."
Drag queen Grace Oni Smith and her drag daughter Violet Blonde swapped their usual exaggerated glamour for extreme exaggerated ugliness in the penultimate act. With tumours bulging from their heads, deformed limbs misshapen and bodies cinched but uneven, they layered a peculiarly quasi-choreographed conceptual lip-sync routine to Lady Gaga's 'Born This Way'. The number began with Violet's birth, so with its extreme committal to the revolting, it came hardly as a surprise that when mother changed her daughter's nappy, there were smears of what we were later told was chutney... And then Violet vomited down mummy's back. Obviously.
With a pair of Mother Virgins in my party, they can guarantee for me that she succeeded once again in both scarring, fascinating and ruining an audience that's so up for it that it's almost become her duty to push boundaries beyond what anyone's definition of cabaret has been before. Mother ruined us all. Again. So thank you!