Too much of a good thing?

I've discovered, to my surprise, that it's possible to take a love of Alice in Wonderland too far. I reached this surprising conclusion last night when I saw the new TV program from celebrity chef Heston Blumenthal. Those who don't know of him (perhaps because they live on the wrong side of the Atlantic) should be aware that he's an odd chap who owns a restaurant that serves his signature dishes of bacon and egg flavoured ice-cream and snail porridge.
Anyway he was creating a Victorian feast inspired by the Mad Hatter's Tea Party. His aperitif was a pink drink that tasted by turns of cherry tart, buttered toast, toffee and turkey. His soup course was a frozen condensed "mock turtle soup" that was a) in the form of a watch, b) made from boiled cows head and c) turned into soup on the addition of boiling water. His main course was an "edible garden" with soil made from ground black olives, stones made from potatoes and a selection of deep fried bugs. His desert was absinthe flavoured jelly made to wobble constantly by the inclusion of vibrators bought after extensive research in a sex shop.

I knew already, of course, that he was bonkers, but somehow he managed to find enough bonkers people to attend his party and eat the meal. Braver people than me.