Chloe Petts is well over her trolls. This new hour is basically a middle finger to a certain brand of internet under-bridge dweller who, it’s no stretch to say, made Petts’ life a misery during a stint on the telly doing that most outrageous of things: talking knowledgeably about football while not looking like a standard female Sky Sports News presenter. If it sounds like an hour of trauma-dumping it really isn’t: Petts’ unusual combination of whip-sharp comedy smarts, head-girl energy (it’s no surprise to find she was awarded the badge in real life) and general air of competence creates enough distance to make the audience feel safe to laugh at her tribulations. And, after all, isn’t our laughter the thing those men hate the most?

There’s little crowd work but what’s there is truly delightful: it’s kind of a beautiful thing to feel the warmth of the room. She’s even brought a glossary, because that’s how much she cares. As she winds backwards and forwards from her school career to today (year 7s would have died for her), it feels like Petts delights in showing us her resilience: unbroken, unbowed, she’s shrugging off the gender identity crisis the trolling pushed upon her and very firmly having the last word. But it’s in that last word that her vulnerability shows, and by the end of the hour, it’s not just the year 7s that would die for her: it’s every single person sitting in the hot and humid darkness of the Pleasance. 

Chloe Petts: How You See Me, How You Don’t, Pleasance Courtyard, until 25 August, 7pm.