MY seven-year-old son, Elliot, sat stony faced as the announcer said show was about to start.

Elliot was there on sufferance. He detests The Wiggles. He was only there because his little sister, Zara, four, was a huge fan, and he had been promised some football cards on the way home.

When a ballerina arrived on stage in the first few minutes, Elliot grumbled: “This is so gross”. But by the end of the hour-and-ten-minute long show (the first of three sell-out shows on Sunday), I spotted Elliot clapping along to the songs.

As children’s shows go, and I’ve seen a fair few, it was extremely good. Much better than Barney The Dinosaur and Lazytown.

The Wiggles, for those not in the know, are Australian superstars whose interactive song and dance routines have been entertaining pre-schoolers for more than 17 years. In that time, they have sold an incredible 22.5 million videos and DVDs and seven million CDs worldwide.

The foursome (Anthony, Jeff, Murray and Sam) recently recorded Monkey Man with fellow Aussie Kylie Minogue to raise money for UNICEF.

I got rather excited at one point, when Yellow Wiggle Sam announced that a very special guest was about to make an appearance. Surely not Kylie, I thought.

Then he said she was green and had spots – it was kids’ favourite Dorothy the Dinosaur, who, quite bizarrely, received dozens of red roses from adoring young fans.

Big cheers also went to Wags the Dog, Henry The Octopus and my personal favourite, Captain Feathersword.

The show was simple, but fun. The main characters sang, danced and played their own instruments as ballerinas, acrobats and jugglers performed around them.

There was bags of audience participation, as the team sang songs that the youngsters (and parents) knew from their DVDs.

I even waved my mobile phone in the air, as the lights were dimmed for Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

Zara thought the show was fantastic and Elliot even admitted it was better than expected. High praise indeed.