The theme of this years offering is love, which Lucy equates to a mental illness. Despite introducing every story with Im so mad right, Im so completely bonkers ., the hour is filled with rather dull anecdotes of her failed romantic encounters.
Shes clearly very comfortable with her material, rattling off the mediocre monologue at high speed. To be fair the telephone-banking gag is genuinely funny and the dizzy girl next-door manner appeals to some in the audience. Its seems hardly surprising that she is drawn towards the young Stalin, in true megalomaniac style she believes we are not laughing at her disclosure of mental illness because we are being polite. She also relishes the large venue although last years funny costume, pleasant comic material and cabaret bar setting were far more appealing. At times her willing audience save her with their witty responses to her cutesy, patronising interactions.
Lucy gives us an insight into her supposedly zany life but falls short of the controversial comedy she seeks to deliver. Its apt that she refers to trichotillomania in one sketch - a desire to pull out ones own hair.
