“What’s that?” gasped Georgeois Beorgeois delightedly, staring starry-eyed over our heads. “A house!” retorted his sister, Maurice, in her position over the keys of the grand piano, all pink-fringed dress and towering black beehive. “Can I have one?” wondered the Joel Grey-esque Bourgeois mournfully, followed by a beat and then a cheerful “No, you can't afford it!” from Maurice, hammering out a gorgeous refrain with renewed vim.

So began Bourgeois and Maurice’s satire Sugart**s, a show that had the speculative feel of reading a Private Eye annual high on absinthe and having watched Bob Fosse’s Cabaret daily since birth. Striking up an easy rapport with the audience, the spectacular duo belted out an impressive volume of numbers and managed to steer deliberately well clear of any genuine pathos.

There are many ways to attempt to enjoy politics, with topics such as the injustices of the welfare system, society’s renegade approach to privacy, capitalism’s homogenisation of the high street and prescription-happy GPs. Having them delivered to you in easily digestible musical soundbites by a sprite in neon yellow Spandex printed with Vladimir Putin’s face (Bourgeois) and an impossibly talented multi-instrumentalist with acute comic-timing (Maurice) was quite wonderful.