Maybe it was the dancing penis routine that won me over. Perhaps it was Jacob Rees-Mogg as a Praying Mantis. Or Suella Braverman becoming aroused by thinking about deportation. Despite fearing the worst, Spitting Image in the rubbery flesh proved to be shockingly funny. I had not expected it to be this entertaining.
While the series had been a satirical staple in the 1980s and 1990s the recent TV revival had made few waves. But on the plus side it meant that there were lots of latex grotesques caricaturist Roger Law could recycle for this stage spectacular. Some barely have any lines. Dominic Cummings walks on and off. Environment Secretary Thérèse Coffey floats past as a cigar-smoking maggot. Meghan – “my West End debut” – is attention-seeking, Harry plugs his book. Neither have pivotal parts.
