Review: Sarah Roberts: Silkworm

Key to any stand-up show is owning your stage. Sarah Roberts’ quiet, confident energy sees this through from beginning to end. Bigging herself up matter-of-factly, she brings the best out of the crowd and puts any hecklers in their place with exactly the right head turn and understated put downs.

Roberts’ introduction is equal parts self-hype and levelling, as she celebrates a successful Instagram connection while toiling in the awkwardness of clumsy DMs. This sets a tone as she goes on to celebrate her main character energy while endearingly sharing those embarrassing confessions that most would only tell their closest friends.

Refreshingly, this is a show about a millennial entering her thirties with the energy of a woman continuing her stride and comedian coming into her own, rather than the misrepresentative and boring notion that youth ends at 30 and being 32 means you’re over the hill (the fact that this reviewer is also 32 is irrelevant here). Roberts boasts about maturing as a refinement of gossiping skills, and tells laugh-out-loud stories of noughties idols, the boys on the 241 bus, and 800-mile walks of shame as if they all happened last week. Expect gossip you’ll want to pass on, charming self-confidence and a little bit of Candy Crush tribalism.