If you want anything badly enough, the best way to get it is to feign absolute indifference while pouring in 110% effort. I was telling outrageous jokes about colonialism in tiny pub rooms five nights a week alongside a rotating lineup of lunatics and sexual deviants, all the while gaslighting myself into believing it was a casual hobby and I could stop any time. What’s been one of your all-time favourite gigs?
I loved performing on a lesbian cruise, despite the debilitating impostor syndrome (I’m an omnivore). I got a record number of fist-bumps from appreciative butches and met so many incredible older sapphics. One was a black witch from California who communed with my ancestors directly after the show – you don’t get that kind of service on Live at the Apollo.
Can you recall a gig so bad, it’s now funny? I was headlining at a festival and my right breast fell out of my top about 10 seconds in. I didn’t address it because I thought it would weaken my authority; the audience didn’t address it because they were kind and possibly scared.
My tit was swinging in the breeze like Tarzan from the vine! I think through sheer bloody-mindedness we all managed to trigger a Mandela effect where after the half hour ended no one present was sure it had ever actually happened. How would you describe your new show, Hot Beef Injection?
A stunning, silly, angry show where we (me, Sophie, and you, the audience) troll masculinity for an hour. I love the men who come to my shows (hot dads, fun nerds, miscellaneous) but the men outside, who roam the streets, have me tired and distressed on the daily. In a world where we’re processing rape academies, frat-house group chats and private islands it feels not only punk but necessary to rugby tackle the toxic elephants in the room.
Was there a particular incident that triggered the show? When I was but a tiny baby girl comedian I had a non-consensual experience with an older man in the industry. At the time I sort of walked it off.
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