Sarah Roberts: Silkworm comedy review – Mean girl with a heart of gold
The story of a surgical transformation which might well be coming from an unreliable and self-centred narrator

A smarmy, self-absorbed woman in her early 30s, sporting a white Juicy tracksuit and lacey scrunchie. Sarah Roberts’ debut show is ALL ABOUT HER (as the most talented and hottest person here, whom Paul Mescal himself follows on Instagram). Self-centered yet self-aware, she delivers a strong Fringe debut that charms this audience, though her greatest achievement remains her Candy Crush addiction (she’s on level 9461). Revisiting her childhood, where she was bullied for an underbite (the worst thing that could possibly happen to anyone... ), she takes us through a surgical transformation from slimy silkworm into the beautiful moth she is today. Smiling with a false sweetness and squinting her eyes at her crowd with the manner of a passive-aggressive GP’s receptionist, her stand-up persona is a kitsch mean girl with a heart of gold.
Although her audience aren’t screaming the house down, her comedy is easy to enjoy, and her consistent pop-culture references (usually surrounding the aforementioned Irish actor) make us feel part of the clique. Only at the end does she reveal that the surgery, as harrowing as it was, barely made a difference to her appearance, and that she was actually beautiful all along. But shedding the cocoon of beauty standards is not the main message of her show: it really is just about how talented and hot she is...
Sarah Roberts: Silkworm, Assembly George Square, until 25 August, 10.35pm; main picture: Raphael Neal.