Formulaic, predictable, nauseating and far too many – the romcom is a genre done to death but forever resurrected.

An easy target then for a bit of gentle mocking courtesy of comedy sketch outfit Bad Bread. Nothing was safe from its aim, from Shakespeare to the Bible via Queen and Richard Curtis. And just as the modern romcom can never be called highbrow, Hove Actually was happy to roll in the mud of silliness until it was well and truly filthy.

In the garden of Eden, Eve is a cider-drinking frustrated housewife with a penchant for the slithery and cold blooded. Spermio is looking for his one true Juliegg in a tale portrayed in the fallopian tubes of old. And Rose just cannot get over the steamy fun had on a stricken boat, much to her husband’s annoyance.

The laughs were mainly cheap, relying on slapstick and stupidity, and some were downright obvious – but we all knew what was coming next and how it would end in a romcom.

Despite this, it was hard not to raise a chuckle at the antics of the three-person cast. Not a classic but a welcome distraction from the real world, and isn’t that what romcoms are really for?