Join her as she dusts off her signature pout, drags Milky and Ron off Universal Credit, and does her damndest to spread a little festive mustard on this terrifying sausage we call Earth.
For one night only, backed by her riotous band The Buffet and her arsenal of (festive) belters, she’ll say goodbye to 2026 with a swift, high-heeled boot up the jacksie.
So round up the work Christmas party, puff up that flammable turkey hat from Temu, and prepare yourself for one of the finest, most joyous celebrations of the season.
Catch this cult icon before she disappears up the estuary for another year.