In an ill-fitting zebra-stripe dress, Eleanor, queen of the groupies, recalls her eyebrow-raising sexual past. She honours her audience with a preview of her new autobiography, My Highs and Helloooos, which delves into her tumultuous backstory and her long-standing rivalry with former dorm-mate Susan Boyle (yes, that one).
Played with obvious glee by Rich Fulcher—the zaniest member of The Mighty Boosh, and soon to be known as the one with the amazing legs—Eleanor is a fantastic comic creation. An ultimately tragic figure who determines her self-worth by how wanted she is and how much attention she receives, she makes for a hysterical pastiche, and one wholly relevant to a generation who crave the spotlight with sheer, utter desperation.
Eleanor's humour is outrageously rude, though Fulcher's trademark randomness tempers her with an almost sweet air of innocence: she is worthy of our pity rather than disgust. He is also a master of misdirection, demonstrating a remarkable ability to set up a fantastically depraved gag, then swerve into unexpected territory with the force, and absurdity, of a rhino.
The performance is helped along with plenty of interactivity, including a PowerPoint presentation, talking-head clips of Eleanor, and a "live" satellite link-up. Her musical acts are filled with captivatingly silly lyrics, such as rhyming "bassist" with "racist", with even a whole song dedicated to her hatred of SuBo.
Behind the make-up is a rather touching character study of egomania but, naturally, this is only hinted at. It is a playful affair, perfect late-evening entertainment, and a slice of beautiful madness.