Ryan Stewart’s Goody Prostate is a force of nature that straddles the boundaries of drag, clown and theatre and does it beautifully, thank you very much. Greeting us with pretzels as we enter, sweet Goody gently lulls us into a sense of false security, before dropping, syncing and voguing like the best of them. But this is no ordinary day. We soon find out that Goody has accidentally booked a Drag Story Time at a library: expect protests and try to dress normally, for goodness sake.

What follows is an explosion of energy, a howl of rage against the darkness that is packed with ideas and push-back. In a world where books are routinely banned and burned, how can anyone reading to your children be wrong? Have we learned nothing from our history? (Seeing this show back-to-back with NIUSIA’s exploration of the life of a Holocaust survivor adds an extra layer of meaning; brilliant programming from Goodwood Theatre.) This is theatre of ideas, and as such every detail is perfect: from music, to dance, to costume (Goody Prostate’s idea of dress down day really does have to be seen to be believed). Brilliantly, what isn’t there is any hint of apology for existing, for creating, for reading out loud and for being angry that these things have to be said at all. It’s a white-hot call to action. Time to man the barricades, Adelaide, and Goody Prostate is leading the charge.