Stepping down into Fortyfive Downstairs was a step into the unknown. What treasure, what comedy, was waiting for me? Queen Victoria’s Secret Catalogue sounds like a lingerie parade from the 1800s. Alas, it’s not. It is, however, a theatre show cum stand up cum sketch cum narration of a show. And, whilst somewhat silly, terribly unrealistic and, at times, slightly confusing, it’s a great deal of fun.

The one hour show is a whirlwind of monologues and accents  – all expertly and brilliantly delivered by the talented five member cast – Libby Ahearn, Cait Harris, Trent Newman, Zoe Norton Lodge and Mark Sutton.

‘Queen Victoria’s Secret Catalogue’ is a cheeky story of family history. Already knowing his mother was Queen Victoria, a very old man sends his four closest pals – his daughter, ex-wife, nurse and best friend – back 112 years in a time capsule to discover the identity of his father, a man he never knew. The four pals deem the father is either Charles Dickens or Oscar Wilde, and so ensues an hour of mishaps, wrong turns and strange scenarios. Some well placed songs, costume changes and daring lines ensure the show is fresh and different.

The pop culture references throughout the show were definitely highlights, as were the Australian-isms that made me giggle. Without a doubt, the quick change between characters from the actors was the most impressive feature of the show, and the quick wit of the script is not to be forgotten – just keep up, because it is quick.

This show is for anyone not afraid to step down a few stairs, or right out of the box. One question: can you keep a secret?