Apparently, and I know you've heard this before, life is a cabaret my friend.

It’s what Liza Minnelli has famously told us – and I thrilled at hearing this sentiment repeated at the New Theatre this week.

In fact, I sat on the edge of my seat totally in awe as the amazing performance of Cabaret unfolded and Siobhan Dillon (as Sally Bowles), one of the very many stars of the show, blasted the lyrics out beautifully.

And I even found myself nodding and murmuring in agreement, maybe life is a cabaret.

Fortunately for those sitting around me I didn't resort to singing along. And hopefully, anyone spotting me will have assumed that I wasn’t actually talking to myself.

With luck, they will have just have assumed that, like most of the population, I was wearing a well hidden, and surgically welded, earpiece and had taken a crucial five second telephone call on pain of death.

But having mulled it over since, I have decided that actually, life may be something more akin to a panto than a cabaret.

Not that there is anything wrong with that.

In fact, I would more than happily play out a life script crafted by Peter Duncan (believe me, if you don’t make a habit of getting tickets to see his legendary annual production at the Playhouse then you are missing out on one helluva festive treat).

But, in my case at least, I am not thinking of a panto that is bursting with glamour, glitz, amazing one-liners and showbiz polish.

Nope, I am definitely thinking more along the lines of a low budget, village hall production.

Life, like a panto, can be utterly charming, delightful and surprisingly funny in places – especially when not intended.

The time I managed to tuck my skirt in my knickers twice in one week immediately springs to mind.

And horrifically, and oh so typically, both times I was alerted to this fact by kindly and embarrassed male colleagues.

But life can also come complete with a shaky background, pinned together outfits (or glued in my case) and a tendency to make the odd mistake – believe me, avoid treading on slugs with bare feet, it’s really not good for either party.

And it’s also possible to sometimes go so completely off script that you wonder how on earth it’s ever going to be possible to get back on track.

On top of all of that we also have the drama queens, bad guys and wicked witches to contend with.

But fortunately, and often in disguise, there is almost always a fairy godmother to help you out.

So every time I have a wardrobe disaster, say the wrong thing at the wrong time, or one of life’s great mishaps rocks me, I am going to try to remember that however bad it may feel at the time, before very long it’s normally all behind you.

Oh yes it is!