REVIEW: Kerry Godliman – Stick or Twist at the Georgian Theatre Royal

Kerry Godliman.

When Kerry Godliman rushed onto the stage at The Georgian Theatre Royal on Friday night she had her work cut out.

The popular actress and comedian had been stuck in traffic on her journey from London to Richmond and her car finally screeched to a halt outside the theatre at 8.40pm for a show scheduled to start at 7.30pm.

With all credit to her, she was on stage at 8.42pm, grabbing the mike (and a bottle of beer!) and apologising to the audience for keeping them waiting.

She hadn’t changed, had done her make up in the car and immediately asked the audience “So where am I – am I in Yorkshire?”

ou felt she genuinely didn’t know, a fact she blamed on the current sat nav culture that allows you to tap in a destination without any sense of responsibility or geographical awareness of the places we travel through and to.

It was an apt opening to a show that is based on place and belonging. Her tour, she reckons, is a good way of nosing out places that she might one day like to move to.

Her own area in London has now upped and come – you can tell by the fact that the local baker makes sourdough loaves and the emergence of yoga centres – and she’s looking around for an alternative.

Moving – whether geographically or along the social scale – might be the central theme of Stick or Twist but Godliman’s straight-talking, quick-witted anecdotes neatly twist and turn into lots of other diverse territories.

We hear her opinions on parenting, the take-over of Buddhas at garden centres (sitting smugly between slug pellets and compost) and the bizarre trend for adult colouring books. She’s effusive about the differences between female and male friendships and bemoans the way that emojis have taken over as the main form of communication.

It’s all done in such an affable and down-to-earth way that you can imagine her as a fun sort of mate for a good evening out.

A stand-out moment was her story about some time she spent recently in Los Angeles for work. Her initial excitement and wide-eyed fascination with the glamour lifestyle are soon replaced by homesickness.

She finds herself becoming more Cockney by the minute and recounts a hilarious culture-clash experience when trying to buy a ‘normal’ size bra in one of the city’s up-market department stores where the odious assistant (resembling a shaved cat in a wind tunnel) refuses to acknowledge the existence of a double D.

It is then that she nostalgically recalls the security blanket of an M&S bra fitting (the Citizens Advice Bureau of retail) and realises that she just couldn’t live there. For her, home is where you can slob about and wear earrings made of your children’s teeth – and that’s a whole other story!

Kerry Godliman was funny, in fact very funny, and by the end of her show all sense that she had kept her audience waiting was clearly forgiven and forgotten.