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Sunday, July 20, 2014
You know when a friend tells you a story and it goes quiet before some bold soul says ‘I think you had to be there’?
That was Joanna Neary in the Latitude literature tent on Saturday night.
As the rain poured outside, the comedian started with a bad French impersonation in a blonde wig.
First we were confused and thought her quirky start would transform into belly-aching laughter.
But then she took her dress off to reveal a flesh-coloured one-piece and proceeded to perform an interpretative dance to her husband’s out of tune voice singing a Miley Cyrus song.
It was awkward, and despite the heavy downpour, people starting leaving.
Stand-up comedy always struck me as having a hefty element of risk.
Make us laugh - or stand in silence.
Joanna’s final poem about art school did make me smile, I just wished it had been for longer.