Joined by Regan Taylor, who absolutely pulls a blinder spouting facts and figures, figurines and mouth guards, with so much energy he is an exciting whirlwind to behold from the front row.
I'm a stranger to the work of Jess Loudon, but I find myself fanboying like a stranger in the back room of a Dungeons and Dragons performance, excited to discover somebody different, and marvelling at her diction and the genuine sparkle in her eye.
The trio are so watchable our small Tuesday night crowd give them as much as they give us, and as they start to unencumber themselves of dates and data about our fair city, even the room seems to warm up.
So here's a non-abridged montage of the main points, without ruining what is mostly fact, or spoiling the big finale: Palmy has a reputation for being a bit shit; there's a very nice piece from Regan about the whakapapa concept of time (I learnt something); there's a Richard Mays joke, which had me bellowing like the man himself would have wanted; Centrepoint started in 1974; Kane dresses in a Scooby-Doo costume to depict some great Danes; the Abba number needed sharpening up; joke about Ada Street, check.
We had fart humour; sexual innuendo with a hose pipe; an unflattering portrayal of Brian Elwood; a lot of Grand Designs joking about our brutalist architecture; good mention of the fabulous Mina McKenzie; Mark Bell-Booth the tree hugger; Kane dressed as a cow.
I'm often cast as the stern one in the front row of these shows. Well tonight it was impossible not to get marionette lines from all the smiling as I fell very much in like with a show about the city with most of the advantages, and less of the disadvantages, of bigger cities, performed by three extraordinary talents.
The Complete History runs until August 22.