While the puppeteers warmed up the main act, the audience was treated to a generous helping of stand-up by ballsy Canadian comedienne, Dana Alexander. Dana waxed philosophical about her ample breasts, her uncontrollable pubic hair and, of course, penises. Her observations were sassy, without being smutty, and set the tone nicely for the headline act.

Puppetry of the Penis is an hour of full-frontal male nudity and genital manipulation but, thanks to the cast’s cheeky grins and delicate handling of their material, the show is witty and playful – dare I say, even charming – but not crude.

The show is about the penis, but it is not about sex. Rather it is a silly celebration of the flexibility of the male member and the atmosphere created by the American/Ozzy duo is more ‘Tap Dogs’ than the Chippendales.

When the puppeteers, dressed in capes, socks and trainers, bound onto the stage, the audience of eager females (and a few bemused males) greet them with hearty enthusiasm rather than the whooping hysteria that typically welcomes strippers.

The boys waste no time in embarking on the ancient Australian art of genital origami, and it isn’t long before the show is in full swing. With mischievous banter between themselves, the lads set about manipulating their manhoods into a staggering array of ‘installations.’

They fold and flip their phalluses and stretch their scrotums, in order to treat the room of eager females to a mind-boggling array of creations including architectural landmarks (The Eiffel Tower, Ayres Rock), culinary dishes (hamburgers, hot dogs) and even animals (the pelican was a particular hit).

The grand finale sees a willy transformed into a windsurfer, and its owner propelled across the stage, on a skateboard, by an electric fan.

Puppetry of the Penis has been touring for fifteen years, but to prevent the act becoming flaccid, the performers have sensibly thrown some technology at the gimmick. On their latest tour, the audience are issued with 3D glasses and the technology is used to magnificent effect as the screen at the back of the stage captures every inch of the action.

These enthusiastic showmen have turned every boy’s bath time hobby into a theatrical extravaganza. It’s not dirty, just daft- and if you’ve got a vivid imagination, a strong stomach (you’ll need it for ‘woman’ installation) and a sense of humour, this show is a must-see.