Diane Spencer: All-Pervading Madness, Gilded Balloon
Your support helps us to tell the story
From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.
At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.
The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.
Your support makes all the difference.Owning a putty mouth in which it looks like butter wouldn't melt, Diane Spencer came to wider attention when she won this year's Chortle newcomer award.
The accolade from the influential comedy website made her transition from the comedy circuit in New Zealand, where she found herself after completing a drama degree in the UK, complete.
Unfortunately, anyone steered towards the slender Spencer's second Fringe foray will find themselves enduring an unsatisfying hour of contrived and theatrical comedy posturing, albeit with some flashes of promise.
The various unsavoury tales that make up this hour are held together by a stretched background story that recounts a journey on public transport after a gig and a bodily mishap that has left her with blood down her front. The tales in between feature the exploits of her unsightly mole hair, her resourcefulness during an internet date (involving foodstuff abuse) and musings on whether zombies can be stopped by sex toys.
"British Transport Police: like normal police with stabilisers," she says, recounting an incident during her main story. It shows that when not being smutty she can be cute and coy, if occasionally ineffective.
"Everything I tell you is true," she tells us and yet, somehow, none of what Spencer relays has the slightest ring of authenticity about it.
To 28 August (0131 622 6552)
Join our commenting forum
Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies
Comments