With strap-ons on display, rope-dangling performers, roller skating usherettes in wheeze inducing corsets and circus freaks condensed into tiny glass jars, Newcastle, tonight, was the domicile of darkness.


Sprung mouse traps must surely hurt when crashing down on the head of a wee rodent but The Reverend Nick Hell strangely liked his lodged on the end of his tongue. The whipped cream covered areolas of burlesque bunny Anna Fur Laxis received a resounding thumbs up, but things got heavy when Nick Hell launches on to the stage with a metal dustbin attached to his ears.

Dixie Licious lobs a few Bobby George sized playing darts in to his bare back, but it’s his teatime tackle routine that inspires unequivocal curling of the toes.