Cuddly musings on Cockneys and kids
This article is from 2011.
When she took her Scottish boyfriend along to a good old-fashioned Cockney party in her own backyard, Tiffany Stevenson couldn’t get out of there quick enough. A horrible vision of her possible future has presented itself as she moved around the room and she liked it not one bit. Once you get past the early crowd-pleasing gags about abortion and domestic abuse of celebrities, an intriguing theme rises up of conflicting and converging identities where you might least expect them. So, chavs and the British royals are inextricably linked by fashion while she stands by her resolutely working-class roots in the face of her now living among the yummy mummy brigade in Muswell Hill.
While Stevenson occasionally flirts with danger, she cunningly references the most controversial public jokes of the past year by insisting that her material about a boy called Harvey is absolutely not about a disabled child, rather they’re zooming in on his publicity-mad mother.
Being a mum forms a large part of Cavewoman and she reflects on how different her own life would have been had she joined the maternity ranks years ago. Were she to be in charge of a teenage child now, you imagine that this show would be a far more brutal and savage affair than the largely cuddly hour we witness.
The Stand III & IV, 558 7272, until 28 Aug (not 25), 2.25pm, £8 (£7).