- Kate Herbert
- From: Herald Sun
- April 07, 2011 1:54PM
There’s nothing funnier or more common than a depressed, anxious comedian – honestly. Ward never misses opportunities for gags about her shortcomings. She is a skinny smoker who, she quips, looks like a junkie and she milks that for all it's worth.
Ward collects funny shop titles and was overcome with excitement when someone called out, “A photo shop: Some Day My Prints Will Come”.
Two audience members participated. Paul back-announced himself with, “Welcome Paul, professional sports gambler and winner of the 2011 punctuality award.”
If you’ve always wanted to sing on stage, volunteer for the karaoke duet. You’ll sing over Ward’s sampled backing track, into her iPhone. It has an Autotune App (creates weird vibrato to disguise bum notes). You’ll sound like Cher singing Do You Believe in Love.
Ward grabs us by the scruff of the neck, shaking us until we laugh out loud. “Make my mother proud”, she quips, then laments, “What am I doing with my life?”