Strictly Come Dancing pro and sister of Kevin, Joanne shows off more than fancy footwork as the innocent Janet (dammit) in Richard O'rRien's perennial crowd-pleaser. The crowd in Wimbledon took a little time to warm up, but we were all on our feet doing the Time Warp by the joyously ridiculous end. This show is extremely naughty, packed with innuendo and lots of lingerie, but it remains huge family fun. The audience of all ages had a riot - especially the brave gentleman in the platinum wig and tiny gold hot pants, who got a huge roar and wolf whistles when he took his seat.
This show has been going since 1973 and yet continues to pack them in, fuelled by the filthy shennanigans of a sweet transvestite from transsexual, Transylvania.
Creator Richard O'Brien said his show was conceived as a fringe "alternative pantomime" and it thrives in smaller theatres, with simple staging and a cast tighter than their corsets.
Clifton and Adams are game and giddy as the cute couple just waiting to be corrupted. Both throw themselves into the roles and Clifton's vocals are a pleasant surprise.
The biggest delight (and we're not just talking about his muscles), though, is Calum Evans as Rocky.
He is a perfect physical specimen, as befits the creature created by Frank for his pleasure, and also has a lovely singing voice. However, it is his dazzling gymnastics which raised the roof.
Rather less energetic (and naked) is Dom Joly as a particularly laid back narrator. He feeds the audience the bewildering succession of lines which an energetic and committed section of the crowd vollied back.
This is a mass participation affair, and it was good to see a surprising number brave the chilly mid-week night in fishnets, corsets and wigs.
On stage, the small cast commit with gusto as the ramshackle plot, Carry On humour and pastiche musical numbers propel it all to the explosive climax (innuendo fully intended).
The finale brings out the entire cast in heels and corsets and gets the enntire theatre on its feet for riotous encores of Time Warp and Sweet Transvestite.
In these troubled and dark times, there is something reassuring about a quintessentially British crowd united in the pelvic thrust.