No support act for Sara tonight. It was a proper stand-up tour show with two halves and an interval (so The Pavilion could sell us ice cream, sweets and alcohol).
From the publicity leaflet: "Sara decided she wanted to be famous when she was 14 years old. since then, she had auditioned for Barrymore, scared Pete Burns and ruined Hugh Grant's birthday - but look at her now... (please look, she needs you to look. And clap. And laugh. And then clap again)."
This covered the first half. Some of this material I'd heard her perform previously, on chat shows and the like. The familiarity didn't make it less funny.
In the second half, she discussed her path to pregnancy, her lactating boobs ("maybe they'll attract more men to my show") and her feelings towards her son, Siegfried Sassoon (not his real name - that's Theodor) and her dog, Mouse, which confused the pest control person she'd called in when she had a rodent problem.
I do like Sara. She doesn't do big gags but instead races along, almost getting breathless at the speed she talks, casually throwing out funny line after funny line, often as the butt of her own jokes. She presents as warm and authentic and says what she believes. She puts a lot of craft into her routines while making them feel effortless.
One thing that appeared strange was seeing so many spaces in the audience. We had tickets in the front-row Circle and there were four empty seats beside me (I've ceased taking it personally) with more gaps elsewhere. Did people forget about the show? Were they ill? Or were the tickets purchased by touts who couldn't resell them? I'll never know. Or need to know.
What I do know is tonight was a success... a success story!
(Ticket price: £15 plus fees)
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