Tiff Stevenson: Post-Coital comedy review – Landing pointy truths
Plenty of laughs fill this relatable show

Hot girl summer or just perimenopause? Tiff Stevenson’s latest hour is fully relatable, with topics like farting in relationships (go early and hard), looking after a parent with dementia, and class-based body control. She’s seen it all in a long career that started with what she calls ‘showbiz-adjacent jobs’, like working as a grid girl, so she’s ideally placed to comment on the current manifestation trend (also known as old men giving stuff to young women because they’re shaggable).
Stevenson’s audience age-range is broad, and she does well to land pointy truths about the power of youth alongside observations on getting older without seeming to alienate. That’s mostly down to an unthreatening delivery style, which means that sometimes you don’t realise quite how on-point the jab was until she’s moved onto the next one. That’s a skill for sure, but it would be interesting to see what would happen if she allowed herself to fully come to the boil (so to speak); it’s all a little neat and tidy. Still, the set rollicks along with plenty of laughs alongside an elegant analysis of who gets to decide what’s exploitative and what’s empowering, as well as a special bit of cauldron lore (aka air-fryer instructions).
Tiff Stevenson: Post-Coital, Monkey Barrel Hive, until 24 August, 2.50pm; main picture: Steve Ullathorne.