Ms. Davis was another new name to me. She had been recommended by Alice Fraser who had told all her Twitter and podcast followers to go and see her - I do what I'm told.
After the previous show - Lauren Pattison - I was a little shaken and still mulling over what I'd just seen so perhaps wasn't in the best frame of mind to see another show. We filed in and Ms. D was standing on the stage greeting us. As she later said, the venue had provided a little cubby for her to hide away in before and after the show but she had paid 10,000 Aussie dollars to be here so was going to be visible as much as possible. Once we were all seated she kicked off the set ...
I can't remember that much about it unfortunately, not because it wasn't good (it was - very good) or Ms. Davis wasn't memorable (she was) just at this point in the Fringe unless I write down notes quickly then the shows all tend to merge into one. I do remember laughing a lot, and one tale in particular involving a guy stalking her who eventually approaches her and asks her to come with him into the parking lot to help fix his car had a killer punchline ("See how far we've come as feminists? A generation ago no man would have asked me to fix his car ...") but just made me think "Why can't scummy men leave women alone?" Much of her set had a certain melancholy air about it - she had been diagnosed with both depression and CSI (not the TV programme but Communication of Suicidal Intent - where you're just sitting around doing something and suddenly the brain will suggest, "Hey! Why don't you ram that knife into your eyeball?") but assured us she was all right now. A little like Fern Brady however I wasn't so sure ...
That makes it sound a little depressing but it wasn't. Ms. Davis was an excellent comic and a charismatic and charming presence on stage. Well worth going to see.
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