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Audience participation fills me with fear: I'd rather eat my own hair than get up on stage or take part in improvised comedy. So how did I end up at a surreal Fifties tea party with a group of complete strangers in a quiet Hackney back street last Saturday?
At Home With the Skinners is part theatre, part performance installation. At 4pm I joined the queue in front of the house that had been transformed into a pitch-perfect Fifties semi and waited to be invited in for tea.
The East End party is being held in honour of Eva, who is celebrating her 29th birthday. We're introduced to her sister Marion and her kids (eight-year-old Lillian is played by a handsome man in a dress), plus Nana and Uncle Bernie, who everyone rightly warns you to avoid because he has "Christmas hands" (a wonderful euphemism for the lechy bachelor).
The space is propped brilliantly with all the home furnishings I remember from childhood (most families still had Fifties decor in the early Sixties). In the corner is a table groaning with sandwiches, Battenberg cake and sausages on sticks. The "food porn" I remember well from Hoggard family gatherings.
I'm still in an agony of embarrassment but things get much better when Eva opens the sherry (don't they always?) and we play a hilarious Fifties card game called "impertinent remarks".
It's a bit like being in an episode of EastEnders, except there's a serious undertow. Dreamed up by co-op Gideon Reeling (Purveyors of Bespoke Experiences) At Home With the Skinners has proper arts funding.
It's one of six award-winning projects commissioned by car company Vauxhall, and the judges included representatives from the BFI, Donmar Warehouse, Hayward Gallery and ICA.
It's all great fun but this is a slice of white working-class life that rarely gets celebrated. You realise that, for all the camaraderie, there's pain beneath the pancake and the lipstick. The song, My Old Man Said Follow the Van, is actually about repossession. Eva confesses she will have to move in with her in-laws. You sense it may not be a happy marriage.
After one last sing song, the Skinners chuck us out. They need to hold the tea party at least twice more today. You marvel at the actors' stamina. Did they really train at Rada to spend days making fish paste sandwiches? They seem totally uncynical.
And the performance doesn't stop there. You can follow the Skinners' Great British Road trip online at www.greatbritishroadtrip.com (or even visit locations in your own car). You tot up points as you go along, with the end prize a place at the wedding reception of one of the Skinner relatives.
I'll probably never learn to love audience participation but it's hard to beat such an original afternoon in London for £10. And frankly I'm hooked by Eva's love life. Just try to keep me away from that wedding.
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