Rosie Jones: I Can’t Tell What She’s Saying – Pleasance Cabaret Bar
Rosie Jones has the sort of characteristics that, in considerably darker times, would have put her first in line for persecution: female, disabled and gay. Today, she jokes, they put her at the front of the queue for arts funding. Swings and roundabouts, eh! Two things she definitely can't handle!
And that is pretty much the territory of I Can’t Tell What She’s Saying, an hour in which Jones gleefully crashes through almost every boundary between able-bodied and disabled comedy.
At one point she confesses that she is only kidding about being disabled. She has been pretending all along, perfecting her iconically slow speech and unstable delivery. She only did it for the money. It is wonderfully outrageous because Jones understands precisely where the boundaries are and then t...
