Ah, the '80s. Lovely Lorraine (Karina Hind, Sun-In'd and bender-curled) is staring at her Lady Di-a-like wedding dress, surrounded by '70s wallpaper and her mother’s expectations, while her bluff and fanciable fiancée (Cellen Chugg Jones) quivers in the church.

It only takes a tiny blast of Cyndi Lauper to send her spinning off on a girls-only holiday to sunny Spain. Here they check into Club Tropicana, an on-the-up resort hotel run by hot 80s power non-couple Serena (Sugababe Amelle Berrabah) and Rob (Eastenders' Neil McDermott), ably supported by the main attractions of the night; genuine 8'0s legend Kate 'all the women in Spitting Image' Robbins and X-Factor’s million-watt smile Joe McElderry, a soaring vision in pastel shoes and glitter jackets.

The smash hits crash on in with all the heterogeneity and logic of a Now That’s What I Call Music side 3 cassette tape, Moroder bangers rubbing up against dark new wave, sugary Chart Show ballads shimmying up to Top of the Pops party dance-a-longs. Then Emily Tierny, hot and haughty, arrives, bringing the plot (such as it is) along with enough lurex and sequins to confetti-cannon a cruise ship, Krystle to Berrabah’s Alexis.

Dynasty crashes into Hi-di-Hi, smears into Blind Date and Fawlty Towers, which is tricky, because subverting racist stereotypes is a risky game, and at times the attitudes towards body image, gender, race and age felt a little basic for the woke generation. But still the hits keep coming, as the boys join the Benidorm Barbie neon pastel playset, in a ripple of abs and unrestrained break dancing.

What if Yazoo had run a hotel? Can you mend a broken heart through drunken karaoke and a competitive dance through four octaves? How does Margaret Thatcher fit into the story? Sit back, relax, raise a cocktail and enjoy.