squidboySquidboy is about the adventures of a very camp, cat-eating squid. Squidboy is about a boy who thinks he’s imagining that he’s a squid, or a squid who might really be a boy. Squidboy is about a fisherman who’s absolutely sure that he hates squid after several traumatic encounters with mischievous cephalopods. There is really not a lot of point in trying to categorize Trygve Wakenshaw’s phenomenal show Squidboy because although it mostly fits into the box labelled ‘clown show’, it really is in a league of its own.

After becoming a cult hit at the Fringe last year Squidboy returns, stripping off his yellow fisherman’s hat and bushy beard once more to expose a squid costume made of bits of fleece and ping pong balls. Inimitable Gaulier-trained performer Wakenshaw treats us to a series of vaguely connected scenes using the power of his imagination, mime and his own sound effects. The squid and the fisherman are both on the hunt for love and for each other as they become rivals for the hand of Susan, a voice from a broken down elevator.

Reeling us into the show by sharing an imaginary packet of crisps, Wakenshaw has the audience not so figuratively eating out of the palm of his hand within minutes. A few of the scenes overstay their welcome but the majority of the show is perfectly judged and executed. Making several trips to a shop where everything costs two pounds, he buys imagined props to entertain us with including a stick for a gaseous dog named Poochie and a cow-cleaning spray to sanitise the hind quarters of a smelly beast he encounters while playing fetch.

For those who aren’t fans of the more childish material there is a slightly more highbrow – but just as funny – mime when the squid is on a date in a classy restaurant and interrupts the jazz band to serenade Susan with Jacques Brel’s ‘Ne me quitte pas’. Over the course of this brilliant and unique show Wakenfield creates his own zany world, the world of Squidboy, and itis full of riotous joy, tears of laughter and physical comedy at its finest and most absurd.

Squidboy was at Underbelly Bristo Square (Venue 300) until 25 August.