We’ve been to two this year with the grandsons - one very traditional, the other billed as a rock and roll panto, with every member of the cast an accomplished musician. I thoroughly enjoyed both, even though I claim every year, before we actually get there, that I’m not really keen on pantos. 
Being sprayed with water’s always fun, ronib. But a couple of years ago I was sitting in the very middle of the stalls, not too far back. When the usual swinging of the bucket towards the audience happened, I didn’t duck like everyone else, expecting it to be full of glittery paper, as it had been in the first half… Well, this time it wasn’t, and the deluge hit me full in the face, much to everyone’s amusement. I was still soaking wet when the show finished. I did get a special thank you at the end for being a good sport though. 