My Name is Sue, Pulse Festival, New Wolsey Theatre, Ipswich, June 12

You either like this kind of thing or hate it. I’m of the latter persuasion and, despite great admiration for the performer and his fantastic energy, I could not wait to get out.

Dafydd James, as Sue, takes the audience on a roller-coaster ride of virtuoso piano playing as he sings a life story – mainly in a penetrating falsetto voice – from childhood to the geriatric ward in a mental hospital.

He is great as engaging the audience and getting it to participate in his Monty Python style antics.

Much of the detail of this bleak, hysterical story had to be explained to me afterwards as I just could not get tuned in to the voice and/or the sound system.

I was very much in a minority but at least I stayed – unlike a couple of other people. However, the response from the majority of people in the audience was of unbridled enthusiasm.

This show - with its Gothic backing group of miserable, bored females - apparently achieved cult status at last year’s Edinburgh Festival and, I suspect, will have done its reputation no harm at the Pulse. But I won’t be queuing up to see it again.

David Green