There’s a new method of speed dating which involves self-funding a Fringe show and advertising your phone number to the audience. This is, no doubt, of advantage to Gemma Goggin as by the end of the fifty minutes a large group of potential prey, or partners, have been informed of how best to satisfy her sexually.
Goggin’s show is essentially a one-woman Vagina Monologues. The confessional nature of this show is nothing new, but the growing suspicion that she really is actively seeking is slightly concerning. She has, after all, written her real number on a flip chart (also used to stress her sexual dos and don’ts). However her set is solid and listening to the sexual history of someone who describes their type as "breathing" is not as grim as might be expected.
Goggin comes across as intelligent and witty but her audience interaction is limited to flirting with the front row. Polly and Propylene, inflatable sex dolls used for demonstrative purposes, make the show not unlike an Anne Summers party while her M&S inspired S&M adverts are a predictable bore. It’s also debatable whether it is acceptable to call one of her previous dates with an underdeveloped arm “Mr T-Rex”. There’s some originality when she simulates “letter sex", and enough innuendo to keep the punters cackling, if not laughing. Her attitude can be best summed up by her admission “there’s only one thing worse than a woman who doesn’t put out...”. You can probably guess the rest by now.