Diane Spencer: Hurricane Diane
- Marissa Burgess
- 2 August 2013
This article is from 2013.
Giddy honesty, friendliness and over-stepping the taste barrier makes for a great stand-up show
As we file into the room Spencer is already on stage in a shiny sequined top, her red hair teased into forties top-curls, assembling her set like the hostess of a party popping out the peanuts and cheese on sticks as her guests arrive.
There's a distinct feeling of the engaging host to Spencer – her hour isn't necessarily the most polished but it's one of the most fun, friendly and of course funny, plus it divulges far, far too much information. It's with a giddy honesty that she tells us of her family home in Dorset and its sanctuary-supplying rooftop, and about the burgeoning relationship with her boyfriend. In someone else's hands it could be pedestrian stuff but not Spencer's. She invests it with such wonderful turns of phrase, killer punchlines and a gleeful delight in continually over-stepping the taste barrier – her description of peeing into a tiny pot when being tested for cystitis at the doctor's will stay with you way longer than the subsequent antibiotics stayed in her system. Simply a joy.
Gilded Balloon Teviot, 622 6552, until 25 (not 13), 5.45pm, ￡9-￡