Now here’s a show that’s an excellent way to end a night at the festival. Don’t toddle off to the bar, dear punter. Get some tickets to the late-night Space Show, a show guaranteed to transport you to the land of funnies – that is, if you don’t choke on the theatrical fog first.

After last year’s well-received The Ghosts of Ricketts Hill, moustachioed local trio the Suitcase Royale are back with another mindbogglingly insane, high-energy performance. Three men in spacesuits are trying to find the cure to ‘mannequinism’, a rare disease that turns humans into wooden mannequins. But instead of finding the cure, they find The Cure, and discover that boys don’t cry…

So what if setting the show in space is just an excuse to spend lots of cash on every cliched low-budget ‘space’ prop imaginable? Yes, the stage is awash with aluminium foil, flashing lights and hilarious little Scottish robots made out of cardboard boxes, but it’s even better for it. Carefully styled low-budgetry teamed with clever jokes is what this show is all about.

There is almost so much going on in the Space Show, you’d be forgiven for walking out and wondering what hit you. But with their constant stream of pop-cultural references and a few fart jokes thrown in for good measure, these extroverted skivvy-wearing astronauts manage to keep the audience entertained, if a little blinded by all that aluminium foil.