Sat in the small, intimate and almost sold out Bunker Two of Pleasance Courtyard, everyone waits in anticipation for Natasha Sutton-Williams to burst the suspense and show us all what Clown Sex is about.
For those who haven’t heard of the podcast Clown Sex, this show will probably have been a complete curveball; attracting punters based on name alone or the provocative show image.
Of course, that’s all speculation. It's hard to know what an audience expects when they come to see a show called Clown Sex but I doubt it's something as twisted, perverse, funny and tragic as the tales spun by the voyeuristic pervert, Gary Strange.
Occupying premium real estate in the sewers of London, Gary Strange overhears tales of sad sex, strange sex, bad sex and clown sex, and having captured them all on his trusty dictaphone, he sees fit to regale us with three.
We bear witness to a depressed and self-loathing, sex-starved teacher, who resents her job, the children, and herself – to tragic conclusion. The second story is from a posh CEO hopeful, oversharing her dalliance in beastiality. Finally, Gary decided to speak to his own sexual liberation – a midnight indulgence in clown sex. This, above all others, is a grotesque, visceral description of a sexual encounter – nobody wants to hear the words 'stale garlic' and 'sex' in the same sentence.
Sutton-Williams is wonderfully physical in her portrayal of these characters, with a whimsical lyricism to her delivery that had the audience in stitches and repulsed in equal measure; but never disengaged.
Will this show be for everyone? No, definitely not. Truth be told I don't think it was for me. But the entertainment and artistry on display was such that I can still definitely appreciate the show conceptually, and can recommend Clown Sex to anyone looking for something alternative with a capital A.