If you follow me on any social media or regularly read my blog it would appear that recently all I do is eat. And you wouldn’t be far wrong. However every now and again food is just the side salad to the main meal of the evening and last Wednesday I ordered a big ole portion of comedy.
I can’t cite the exact source for bringing Bridget Christie into my life but I’m going to guess it was Time Out or The Stylist my regular free-zine reads. However, whoever it was informed me that her sell-out show “A Bic for Her” was doing an extended run in January. Cue frenzied tweeting and texting to one of my besties to let her know I was booking us tickets.
So chasing away the January blues my friend and I met in Soho last Wednesday for a long over due catch up and a dose of gentle feminist (yes sir! feminist wooo) comedy at the Soho theatre. Before that though we made a pit-stop for dinner at the unbelievably cute and shabby chic Muriel’s Kitchen (ahem our aforementioned ‘side salad’).
We were drawn in off Old Compton Street by the the warm light emitting from what seemed like a quintessential English garden. The hanging bird-cage, the bicycle wheels on the wall, the wrought iron chairs and garden benches for seating, greenery all around and my personal favourite, hanging chairs that allow seated customer to swing throughout meal (totally gutted there weren’t any spare for us to sit on). It was like stepping into a big cosy, country kitchen and an enveloping hug from Muriel herself.
We got stuck into a couple of G&T’s and oggled the amazing salad bar before settling on home comfort food of aubergine tagine and lasagne. My lasagne was slightly underwhelming. It appeared to be cut from a large dish rather than being cooked individually and therefore was a tad dry. No dripping bechamel sauce getting all swirly with the piping mince. I’ve personally had better portions in a pub and was also disappointed that it wasn’t served with any salad garnish that said I did enjoy the restaurant on the whole and would go back.
But anyway – dinner done and dusted we wandered up to the Soho theatre, grabbing more gin & tonics before heading down to the basement and taking our seats (all the while back and forthing with quotes from f.r.i.e.n.d.s. in that episode where Chandler goes to see Why don’t you like me: a bitter woman’s journey through life – “Chapter 1…my first period! – hey if Bridget can joke, so can we!). I digress…now I’d never been to the Soho theatre before and for those who haven’t either the term theatre is a bit loose in the sense the basement is just a room with a stage. The seats and tables are arranged a bit willy nilly and there’s a bar open throughout the show. So it’s the perfect venue for stand up comedy in my opinion.
Bridget hit the stage like a massive ball of energy all fast talking and west country twangs. She told us that after doing stand up for 10 years she’d decided to throw the towel in albeit not before one last hurrah in the form of her now sell out show on feminism. My increasing interest in the subject lead me to Christie – and her show didn’t disappoint. Based around Bic’s hilarious idea to create a pen ‘for her’ (because us women do struggle with all those manly biros?!) – Bridget eases you in (ha) with a fantasy funeral for F1 racing driver Sir Stirling Moss who so eloquently described women as not having the mental aptitude to be racing car drivers and satires his lift accident from 2010 where he failed to notice there wasn’t a lift when the ahem lift doors opened and subsequently fell down the shaft and broke both his ankles (mental aptitude) – the skit is exaggerated and hilarious with an element of slapstick to it but to be honest it wasn’t even my favourite part of the show.
What came next was a interesting and thought provoking look at feminism. A story of Christie’s fight against magazine displays – (immediate action), a denouncement of Beyonce as a feminist icon, a hilarious referral to the Bronte sisters ability to finish Wurthering Heights and the like when a pastel pink biro ‘for her’ had not been invented and finally an inspiring replay of an interview with Malala Yousafzai before she was shot in the face by the Taliban. When the hour long show finished my friend and I were practically high fiving each other just for being the same gender as Christie and her brilliance.
I hadn’t been to see a female comedienne before in a solo show…I’ve only ever seen them as part of a male dominated line up and I have to say part of me was thinking ‘will I find her funny’ before sitting down so warped is my perception of women in a comedy setting. But she was hilarious and not only hilarious but so on the mark with so many things. Her show was scoring points for women and equality the whole way through but in an imaginative and funny, funny way. And what made it all that much better was that by no means was it all about how much feminists hate men, burning bras and growing your leg and armpit hair…I mean of course there was the odd joke in there referencing those ‘well known’ feminist traits but that’s all it was a joke! It was truly brilliant to watch.
Winner of the Edinburgh Comedy Award, only the 3rd women to do so (!), Bridget Christie’s show is running until the 19th March and tickets are still on sale for some of the remaining dates. I urge you, man, woman and well not children as she does swear a bit, to go and see it before it closes.