The Footlights are one of the most famous comedy groups of all time, and there certainly was a buzz of celebrity in the packed out venue. And when, like a boy band, the four guys appeared on stage (the ginger, the brown haired spectacled one and two blondes) in pressed shirts and skinny black jeans, teenage girls on the row in front whispered to each other, ran their fingers through their hair and pouted their lips in excitement. But to the comedy. They produced a flawless show, one polished to perfection. The overall structure was clever as sketches faultlessly weaved in and out of each other. It was super slick. There was a mixture of hi- and low-brow humour and of cheap and sophisticated jokes. There are a multitude of sketches too, some outrageous and some safe but none of them felt too rushed or slow and all of them provoked much laughter. The style of the show seems to be immensely character-driven. I thought of them as actors rather than comedians. But each person gets to shine individually and each have different strengths which overall make up a solid sketch comedy group. After all this time, the Footlights are still the top of their game.