Felicity Ward is a slightly manic (we'll get back to that) Aussie comic who I was vaguely aware of so took a punt on this show. And for the most part it was pretty good.
Loads of energy and very engaging, Ms. Ward certainly came across well. She was clinically diagnosed with severe anxiety as well as other issues such as OCD and a tendency to micromanage (she should have gone into IT) and her show did tend to fall back on this quite a bit (straight after this show she was heading off to host a gala for mental health which sounded like a blast ...)
Her stories were all very good - such as the difficulties with maintaining a long-distance relationship over Skype and etiquette in swimming pools and in general.
The big latter half anecdote of the show focused on a long story about losing a bag on the bus (which goes against all her natural anxiety and OCD) and how it was recovered. Which was all amusing.
Then however she started singing like a chicken (she had mentioned how she and her boyf had started doing this around the house). Now, that was funny for a bit but grew tedious very quickly - she flogged it into the ground then flogged it some more. I was expecting a comedy pay-off somewhere but, no, she just likes singing like a chicken. Combine that with a tendency to over-use an airhorn sound-effect then some of my goodwill evaporated.
A very good set, just tainted somewhat by that godawful chicken bit ...
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