Welcome to ‘Godley’s World’, where you are immediately assigned a name, a back story and an appropriate seating position.  Simply entering Janey Godley’s show is something I look forward to as she does her best to make you feel welcome.  It tends to bond the audience together from the start, creating a convivial atmosphere.  Even if she does take the mickey you know it’s well-intentioned. This year’s show sees Godley tell us stories about wee incidents that have happened to her.  These range from associating with mental bus passengers in LA to regaling us with the glamours of travelling by air to New Zealand.  Godley again proves herself to be a born raconteur; she tells her stories with a childish excitement which is only tempered by their adult nature.  On the night I attended her gig was being filmed by a Romanian film crew so Godley was on her best behaviour and minding her Ps and Qs (or, more realistically, her Fs and Bs) but this never threw her from her stride.  Her stories were interesting, well told and, ultimately, hilarious. Godley does a lot of her own publicity herself, although I have no doubt that everyone who leaves her venue becomes a walking, talking advertisement for her talent.  She’s the type of act you want to catch again and again, year after year.  Word of mouth will do more for her than reviews ever can, but I’d like to think that these words can sway a few more audience members her way.    *****