Plenty of comedians have material about being a knackered, forty-something parent. But Kerry Godliman brings a rare enmity under fire and exhaustiveness to the project. A preview of her upcoming tour, the judginess of Edinburgh and its scrutiny of comics fits neatly into her perspective on the modern world - of constantly being solicited for feedback, persecuted by consumer choice and staying partial to the “schadenfreude” TV of dysfunctional freak documentaries, making her own life seem more balanced.
Sustaining the perception of a ticking time bomb ready to blow, malevolently conspired against by her kids and an incompetent phone service provider that lays claim to her business in perpetuity, she only allows her frustrations to boil over on a couple of hilarious occasions, prompted by the beauty regimes dictated by lifestyle magazines and the level of stalking demanded before the arrival of mobile phones.
For all that Godliman affects to be out of touch with technology and youth trends, recruiting a teenager in the crowd as a litmus test for how the world is changing, she's actually pretty savvy on the ramifications of social media for friendships. And as ever, exceptionally good at tapping into universal bugbears. Brought together under the umbrella of her stresses, not every routine is fully formed yet, with a section on why humans are the only animals to suffer existential angst tailing off somewhat. However, the judging process of Edinburgh ought to ensure that this is a robust, battle-hardened hour by the end of the festival.