About as far down the opposite end of the spectrum from disappointing as you could get, McCabe’s set is an insight into her coming out at the age of 17 (her dad asked, ‘Susie, is this because you play rugby?’), the reasons behind Scotland’s under-fitness, lesbian dating and her imminent nuptials to her longterm partner. To top it off, I’m yet to hear a better joke about Les Miserables.
From the start, McCabe’s self-effacing yet confident, easy delivery has the audience laughing; she’s a very inclusive performer without being scary; quick to react to whatever fate throws at her on the very small stage with sharply observed quips. McCabe’s manner of plain speaking peppered with expletives only serves to enhance her dismissiveness towards most aspects of her approaching big day.
The laughter was regular and heartfelt throughout the show, so much so my face ached by the end (how did that hour go by so quickly?) and I feel compelled to recommend the audience bring incontinence pants. My only criticism would be that Scottish Comedian of the Year 2012 runner-up McCabe is denying Edinburgh audiences the opportunity to see her; her only other solo date at the Fringe is on the 17th August.
