The first laugh comes from the set: a massive pair of y-fronts. It becomes a screen on which is projected a voyeur’s view (is that a tautology?) of a woman in the loo, whose slowly chalked graffiti says it all … A little girl running through long grass morphs into flamingos taking off from an African lake … Stunning video from Hamish Guthrey continues to punctuate the hour.

Imagining Reality is the BabyshadS co-op’s sequel to Watch This Space, with which they launched their unique brand of entertainment in last year’s Dance Your Socks Off Festival. Milo Haigh, Sherilee Kahui and Jake Preval, with director Hannah Clarke, are back with another melange of quirky takes on contemporary life, expressed through acting, dancing, singing, and live music by Insomniac (Emile de la Ray) and Hummel (Andy Cummings).

Blabbermouth phone callers, air-kissing socialites, the quest for difference amidst the same (which amounts to the same difference?), the plaintive cry of a man who realises his dong falls short but with the help of the women it grown on him (a sequence at one balletic yet elephantine) … A paean to all things Kiwi culminates in a date rape pas-de-deux: “Stick Rohypnol in Me” she sings … There’s nothing predictable about this show.

A dark vein of satire courses through their child-like antics. Notions of pregnancy, childbirth and childlessness segue into and a bizarre sketch about a student doctor still in the thrall of his doting disciplinarian mother.

Perhaps the most coherent sketch involves a well loved and latterly abused house in the country competing with a modern, architect-designed maintenance-free suburban home and a block of ugly city apartments with severe structural problems for the title of Miss House and Garden 2007. Oh and a shrub observes it all. Played by one of three people (it’s lighting designer Jimmy Sutcliffe on opening night), this must win the award for the most superfluous yet strangely engaging role in the Fringe.

After a faux curtain call sequence, the final dance – involving a three-tongue touch and much entwining of legs – loses me somewhat in its abstractions. But the joy remains, of witnessing these skilled performers sharing their fevered imaginings with wit and style.
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