I wonder if it would be like watching an early episode of the Simpsons - going back to the very first Dynamite Boogaloo. Stu takes to the stage in the wrong shaped wig and talks in someone else's voice.

The show as we see it today is a finely tuned, ultra-pop cabaret where the audience scream for more and is regularly treated to just that. More chocolate-covered faces, more penny-between-the-cheeks games, more elabourate ways to give away bottles of Pomagne and boxes of Milk Tray.

If the line, "Hello ladies and mentlemen... My name is Stu and I'm going to do a big fat steaming pooh, in the loo, just for you" doesn't do anything for you then you've obviously never ventured out on a Thursday. Down in the depths of the sweaty pit of hell that is the Joint you'll find a party like no other in Brighton waiting for you.

Just one word of warning: If you want to remember any of your night out (and I'm sure that you will) then stay well away from the £1 shots of Tequila.