Perfect for a girls' night out, a trip down memory lane and a reminder of some of the best and worst music to come out of the 80s, Boogie Nights 2 is more of an event than a show, writes Chrissie van Emst.

The musical extravaganza continues the story of Roddy O'Neil and his love interest Debs. In a rather macabre opening, Roddy is seen hovering between life and death.

This sets the scene for a flashback in time to a decade that gave us puff-ball skirts, Dynasty shoulder pads and gender bending performers.

David Essex, at least one performer old enough to remember the Thatcher years, puts his heart and soul into playing St Peter waiting at the Pearly Gates to decide Roddy's fate.

It seems really weird hearing him sing other artists' famous songs, like Every Breath You Take.

Sophie Lawrence excels as Debs once again. Her dancing gets better and better and her voice stronger.

Scott Robinson is adequate as Roddy and his Elvis-fixated, heavy drinking dad Eamon puts Don Granni in the rolled up jeans and Hawaiian shirts again. He is a crowd pleaser.

The audience at The Churchill Theatre, Bromley last week, roared their approval at every quip, joke and raunchy scene. However, I feel the trivialising of the drug scene in the 80s is rather disturbing.

Historically the show is spot on, only one slight boob is the lad who reveals Beckham-type tattoos in the health club scene. The Frankie Goes to Hollywood hit, Relax that is linked into this section, is a steaming, writhing dance routine.

One of the best vocalists, Joe Speare as Spencer, had the female hormonal haze wafting across the footlights as he led this number.

The hedonistic attitude, loadsamoney culture and New Romanticism of the 80s are well portrayed.

As someone who spent this era having children, this overloaded glimpse of what I missed is a revelation. Boogie on folks. Boogie Nights 2 will visit the New Wimbledon Theatre in February next year.