Star rating **** It must be love. No, not the "eyes meet, hearts leap, lips pucker to be kissed - so cue the song" scenario between total strangers Jack and Jill, or the mega-pash that leaves wannabe B-boy Gary smitten, and uncharacteristically speechless, every time the gallus Fairy Liqui-Tab bounces in. She fancies Jack - so will she really magic up a happy ending that sees him snogging Jill ever after?

Nor, for all its purringly venomous allure, is it the megalomaniac ego-trip that drives Narcissa to new depths of mean-spirited malice - scary because she's got wicked-witchy powers (and a vampy costume that shrieks evil intent with every sashay).

This love is the many-splendoured and lavishly sequinned attachment that writer Johnny McKnight has for pantomime. Last year saw him create a fresh yet intrinsically traditional Cinderella at the MacBob. Now, with a Mother Goose that revels in seventies pastiche and sees Fame as the (musical) key to a new look for an old tale - and for an old biddy who yearns to release her inner Cher, clingy bodysuit and all - McKnight proves that his writing/directing talent, and his Dame, have crowd-pleasing legs.

It would be very easy for McKnight to hog the stage as Mother Goose: he's a born patter-merchant, quick-witted in impromptu exchanges with the audience. Instead he lets every-one, including the young casts who play Narcissa's baddies and Mother Goose's Panto Academy pupils, in on the fun. Kenny Millar's designs add a tongue-in-cheek element - Samantha Blaney's Jill looks like Wednesday Addams while Michele Gallagher's Fairy has a whiff of early Madonna in her gear.

Performances are already fizzing with a lovely, infectious energy while the song-and-dance numbers are a treat in themselves - come the final chorus we're all singing All I Want For Christmas is You and meaning every word.