THIS is Jeeves and Wooster on rocket fuel, a high-octane couple of hours that will have you rolling in those proverbial aisles.

Writer P G Wodehouse’s enduring gag that posh is funny finds new life in this simply spiffing tribute by Robert and David Goodale, who give the whole genre a dashed good kick up the jolly old backside and bring it up to 2015 speed.

Add to this Sean Foley’s madcap and breakneck direction and the result is a production as sparkling as an early morning glass of champers at the Ritz.

Posh, of course, shouldn’t really be amusing if we take the word of some politicians currently seeking our approval. However, this capacity Malvern audience were laughing like drains right from the start, so there must be a moral in there somewhere.

It’s little wonder then that the cast list’s curriculum vitae reads like a roll call for the very best in contemporary comedy. Jason Thorpe as Jeeves not so much doubles but quadruples for various roles, as does Christopher Ryan who is billed as playing Seppings, but in fact turns in a deliciously surreal and at time insane pot pourri of performances that immediately bring to mind his work with The Young Ones and Bottom.

It’s totally off the wall and a chap would like to think that Wodehouse himself would have approved.

Underpinning this stupendous exercise in complete absurdity is Bertie Wooster himself, played with chinless charm and hopeless but endearing naivety by Robert Webb.

He carries us with him right from the start, neatly slipping into the parts of narrator and unlikely hero with ease.

The result is non-stop hilarity, an idiomatic odyssey of idiocy that should not be missed. Perfect Nonsense runs until Saturday (April 4).

John Phillpott