THE last time the Other Half and I went to see The Rocky Horror Show, he didn’t “jump to the left” when instructed and I trod on his foot. He wasn’t happy. I crossed my fingers for a more harmonious experience when we booked to see it with Daughter.

Daughter was the main instigator of this outing – almost 15, she’s Queen Goth and into anything alternative. Having given her a run-through the Time Warp and carte blanche to wear her most outlandish clothing, we were ready to buckle in for a spectacularly saucy ride at the Hall For Cornwall (the 12+ age rating is quite a low bar given the raunchiness of some scenes).

Costumes are welcome, and local fans did not disappoint, with an array of hats and wigs, sequins and suspenders on show (Daughter almost died when she recognised a school peer dressed as Rocky in the tiniest of gold lame pants). And there was plenty of audience participation once the show was in full swing.

A charismatic Frank N. Furter, Adam Strong was superbly lascivious and demonstrated a phenomenal vocal range, while Job Greuter as Riff-Raff hit some stratospheric high notes and led an ecstatic audience in an energetic Time Warp. Connor Carson and Lauren Chia made an engagingly naive Brad and Janet, while Morgan Jackson pulled out all the stops as a backflipping, muscle-flexing, pitch-perfect Rocky – is there anything he can’t do?

Holding the show together was Nathan Caton as narrator - slick and quick, he established a great rapport with the audience and chucked in a few local jokes for good measure (St Austell fans were especially thrilled with their shout-out).

“That was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen,” said Daughter. But we were still pelvic-thrusting the next morning, a clear sign The Rocky Horror Show has a new fan.