Kiwi comic Alice Snedden should be listed as one of New Zealand’s top outputs, alongside Peter Jackson and the spiral hair pin.
Right at the start, she describes herself as overconfident, but in Snedden’s case, any cockiness she may have is still well less than her quality of performance deserves.
Snedden owns her performance and has such a natural talent that a person could give birth in the middle of her set and she’d would be teeing off jokes about the situation with more easy skill then Tiger Woods at a mini golf course.
From her relationship with her parents to the dangers of nipple covers, few topics are left untouched as she takes us on a whirlwind tour through her life and family.
Despite the fact that some of the stories she tells are about as far away from relatable as Edinburgh is from New Zealand, somehow she still manages to get everyone on side.
The impressive thing about Snedden is she doesn’t resort to simply swearing loudly or running herself down to get laughs. No matter how stoic you think you are, you won’t be able to resist laughing out loud – plus, you’ll leave with a new-found appreciation for the art and ballet that is the “flower” sticks.
Alice Snedden: Self-Titled at Pleasance Courtyard, 5-26 Aug (not 14), 9.45pm