Don’t get me wrong, Sabrina George is a very likeable person. She has a bubbly and engaging personality absolutely perfect for comedy – she reminded me of a young Dawn French at times. What she doesn’t have is much of a show.
From the shambling start where she wanders in and asks us if she should get onto the stage and get going (answer from the techie: “can you hang on a minute, your producer is just having a pee”), through the constant reference to her notes as she proceeds, culminating in the “well that’s it, I’ve run out of stuff to say, you’d all better go now” ending – this show needs a bit of love and care before being wheeled out in public.
That said, I enjoyed listening to her going on about her background of being kicked out by her South African parents with only £5 to her name, and her subsequent life of petty crime. She bonded well with the rather sparse audience, chatting to most of us about where we were from, what we did for a living, and whether we fancied each other or her.
This is Sabrina’s third appearance at the Fringe; she certainly has the character to carry a show like this and I’d like to see her back next year, but if it’s going to be her own material she needs to work on it a bit more.
