"The nice thing about dating at my age is you don't have to worry about meeting the parents." So says Lynn Ruth Miller, who at 77 is a self-styled "senior hottie".
With commendable energy, and more than a dash of smut, the diminutive, twice-divorced singleton rips through the niche comedic area of septuagenarian dating in San Francisco, occasionally elaborating her tales with a smattering of fantasy, as when she pictures the effects of a romantic liaison on an oxygen mask-wearing suitor.
Her chatty, if somewhat crude, delivery is admirably (relatively) fluid, though of the side-effects of being a senior stand-up is that you can be on a roll, and then suddenly forget where you were - a problem she artfully put down to the effects ot the inclement Scottish weather.
There are some slick, well-delivered lines - "Old men, they only want one thing: sleep" and "My mother yelled at my father so loud that when she died he thought he'd gone deaf" being among the many examples.
However, the performance ends in a rather cringe-inducing bout of feminist bra-burning. And be warned: some of the imagery is definitely not for the squeamish.
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