Before we begin, I have a confession to make: this was not my first time.

Avenue Q, with its puppet sex and penchant for not so much tackling taboos but grabbing them by the neck and French kissing them, has long been on my radar. Racism, Schadenfreude (enjoying another's misfortunes), homosexuality - nothing is too sensitive to be addressed in the medium of song.

You might think, therefore, that having had two previous encounters with the show, including in the West End, there would be little in it still to shock me, but director Paul Blaber's interpretation left even me, somewhat fittingly, open-mouthed at times (and he always seemed like such a nice man...).

In a world where hating a pumpkin-spice latte was even declared sexist (it's true), for just over two hours the audience was able to confess all the things that one would never publicly acknowledge; we're all friends here. And I loved every gesticulating, curse-laden, irreverent second of it.

For the uninitiated, Avenue Q tells the story of Princeton, fresh out of university and looking to find his way in the world. He moves into "outer-outer borough" of New York and realises his education into the ways of the world has only just begun.

At this point we should pause for a moment to acknowledged just what a challenge this show must present to its actors. Not only do they have to act their part, but they also have to get to grips (quite literally) with simultaneously making a puppet also portray these emotions - and ensure the focus is on their hand-filled felt friends, rather than themselves.

It would be hard to single out any one actor, because they all brought their A-game.

Grace Wallen, with a beautiful, sweet singing voice and perfect facial expressions, was a joy as Kate Monster. This was the 24-year-old's first show with Helston Theatre Company and let's there will be many more.

Russel Hicken as Princeton was assured and faultless in his execution. Nathan Hooper as Nicky deserves to be snapped up by the Henson corporation for his Kermit-inspired characterisation (his backstage area must surely be filled with lemons and pots of honey after five nights of that vocal chord workout) while Sam Shepherd's exuberant performance as a Bad Idea Bear was hilarious.

But after saying I wouldn't, I am going give a special mention to one actor, Trenton Spear, who took on dual roles with the tight-collared closet gay Rod and Chewbacca's pervier cousin Trekkie Monster (actually they're in no way related, that's me being monster racist - I've learnt nothing). Both were, quite simply, a delight to watch.

Of course, Helston Theatre Company has a secret up its sleeve. It's become so respected in the Cornish theatre world that it can attract some of the best local talent with pedigrees to match.

Grace studied musical theatre Truro College where she achieved her grade eight in singing, Bethany Flintham as Christmas Eve appeared in the BBC Andrew Lloyd Webber search I'd Do Anything (although not as one of the final 12), while Russel spent seven years in a touring production of Joseph, including a stint at the New London Theatre.

Never mind the West End, we've got our own South West End forming right here in Helston.

As a result, I spent the entire evening with a big grin on my face. The third time really is a charm.

Oh, and for those of you who read my preview article but still didn't book a ticket (your loss), the answer to what the internet is really for? Porn. The internet is for porn. Like you didn't already know that.