This performance, occurring at Scruffy Bunny’s recently co-opted premises at 49 Courtenay Place, is the sort of thing you can treat a well-established ‘significant other’ to. Or perhaps a newish partner you want to surprise – not with your good taste, you understand, but with your potential for mischief. 

I’m not sure how many such couples are present to witness George Fenn (glimpsed in G+Force at last year’s Fringe, though not by this reviewer), our sexy ghost boy.

We are pre-warned that this show is interactive, and that we can leave any time. It’s such a heartfelt invitation that I find myself wondering if I’ll be tempted. 

Enter, appear, or materialise: Ghost Boy (the sexy is up for grabs). He is fully dressed at this point but trust me, things are about to change.

Most of his audience are strategically placed in a one-tier circle surrounding him, a situation he takes full advantage of. Hands-on participation here is demanded, if silently or at times inarticulately.

Fenn’s performance consists largely of wandering about the space and offering various props to his nearest victims. I’m intrigued to see men and women alike apparently eager to shed inhibitions about taking part in the company of a performer like Fenn. I feel sure, however, he’s noted the note taker in the second row back, and is leaving well alone.

Various states of undress come into play. There’s a strip tease, a term I really ought to enclose in quotation marks, with deference to my burlesque friends.

I’m looking up Dada in my Oxford English Dictionary: it says “an early 20^th century movement in art, literature, music and film, repudiating and mocking artistic and social conventions and emphasising the illogical and absurd”.

I’m not sure what was ghostly about Fenn or his show, but I’m thinking of him. Ghostly, or corporeally, he’s worth a visit. Or should that be visitation? 

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