Seeing the piece in one of its early incarnations, it was apparent that the tribulations of working-class America (My Boyfriend Doesn't Know I'm A Man, for example, or I Want To Be A Poledancer But My Mother Won't Let Me) were perfect fodder for the high drama of opera. But the work - an intriguing mix of the serious and insane - has been taken to another plane. 'Jerry now gets shot at the end of Act One, and is visited by all his former guests,' says Thomas, the work's composer and librettist. 'Then he goes to Hell and meets Christ, and Mary and the Devil. Oh, and he resolves the metaphysical dilemma of good and evil.' The last time Jerry Springer: The Opera appeared in London, The New York Times flew over a critic who gave the piece a rave review. This led to the unlikely situation of Springer himself calling for a meeting. 'I told him that he came out of the piece well,' recalls Thomas. 'Dead, but well.'