This article is from 2009.
Oh, where to begin? At Home With Holly certainly has a quirkily curious appeal, staged in a lovely New Town flat where the audience gets to watch Holly Burn ‘live her life’. So far, so intriguing. But even before stepping over the threshold, it’s clear that it really will be ‘like nothing you’ve seen before’. Damn right! Unless it’s a normal occurrence to watch a deeply eccentric lass (making her fellow Geordies look shy and retiring) act in a way that is hard to put into words. Possessing no self-consciousness or apparent awareness of social boundaries whatsoever, there is something about her childlike behaviour and twee performance art props that is torturously exasperating but totally compulsive too.
Her introduction of ‘welcome to my maison d’etre’ is the nearest she gets to a conventional gag and nobody present gets to stay in the shadows. It doesn’t sound like a great idea on paper, all told. And in all honesty, it’s not that wonderful in reality. But it is a totally memorable experience, with some surprisingly shrewd twists, that is not boring for one single second.
Holly’s House, 226 0000, until 31 Aug (not 24), 3.07pm, £5.