I love Pere Ubu, and at the Barbican last night Cheek by Jowl gave him a lampshade for a crown, and a pepper pot. It was an astonishingly dynamic couple of hours, the set, a pristine white living room which took the brunt of it all, covered in ketchup, cornflakes, sugar and bits of kitchenware that stood in for sceptre’s and trimmings. I would imagine the cast, so elegant to begin with, also had bruises and stiff legs. They really gave it laldy. It was a French performance, sometimes subtitled, sometimes specifically not, which was clever, and very funny. There was also a random media element. A live feed from a hand held video camera, which was mostly useful for looking backstage and up the actor’s noses. The whole performance was really wonderful.