Natalie Perlin introduces herself by actively encouraging the front row to look her in the breasts, not the eyes. And so follows a tirade of humorous self-aggrandising and several mentions of buttholes and OnlyFans in a naughty, giggly hour of comedy.

There’s a slightly unstructured sense to the narrative, though there are a few welcome callbacks. Anecdotes meander and repeat in places. It feels as though the show is on two levels: one for the lads who are here for big tits and sexual innuendo, and a clever, absurdist level that plays with images of smothering Hitler to death during sex to become the new, glamorous poster child for anti-Nazism. 

Perlin’s set is definitely edgy and the audience visibly winces at some of the Anne Frank material. Like a spoiled child who’ll never be told no, she talks her way out of trouble, building a hilariously self-absorbed persona that one hopes is only for the stage. 

Natalie Perlin: Attack Of The 36 Triple-G Woman, TheSpace @ Symposium, until 19 August, 11.20pm; TheSpace @ Surgeons Hall, 21–26 August, 10.40pm.