From the Aberdonian chappie who made the news when his head got stuck in a city-centre litter bin to the weel-kent wifie who played a battered guitar in Union Street, this panto has local colour running through it like the lettering in a stick of rock.

Even the singalong cloot at the end is in Doric, the words reprising an earlier comical confusion on a profusion of "kens" in a sentence, ken.

And while Alan McHugh's rollicking script bows, briefly, to the Gangnam Style that has invaded the Pantosphere, it makes a virtue out of playing and punning closer to home: the take on Living La Vida Loca that is Living In New Pitsligo scores five stars on its own account.

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None of this sharp, clever comedy comes at the expense of the story, however. McHugh's irrepressively gallus Dame and glaikit son (Jordan Young, more rubber-legged and daft than ever) slot neatly into the narrative, helping to drive it along. Elaine C Smith forsakes her previous good character in panto to be the wicked lady hell-bent on getting rid of the real queen, Snow White – conjuring up a fabulously scary dragon and doing hocus-pocus with a cauldron, though she still finds time for a rockin' turn as a Spice Girl.

Seven little dwarfs – children in masks – look enough like the familiar Disney visuals to delight younger audiences, but actually this whole handsomely staged production has a wow factor that caters for all ages. That magic mirror would surely say this panto was the fairest of them all this year – and magic mirrors never lie, ken.

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