The Polson Higgs Comedy Club @ XII Below was totally owned last night by these gals. One of the funniest, laugh out loud, side splitting, organ imploding nights I’ve had in years. A capacity crowd chortled, hooted and roared it’s appreciation of two talents in their prime.

Based upon the embarrassing moments that lead to the title of the show this is the strongest comedy I’ve seen in the past two years.

Starting with a video insert introducing themselves and the show, they play off each other and their respective images beautifully. Irene, the suave, saucy corporate gal; Justine, the soiled, sauced earthy temptress: a perfect combo odd couple.

Irene is on for the first half of the show, and she is suffering from conjunctivitis or pink eye as she calls it. She is on a yucky tasting medicine which is a mix of opium in alcohol and if she vomits it’s the medicine talking not her judgment of the crowd.

Finding there doctor is in the house, she works the crowd and its funny bone, expertly navigating us into her portion of the show covering sexting, berkas, plastic surgery, yoga, and Michael Laws. And not in a bad way at all! She is master of the quick under-the-breath throwaway and while she claims age has made her angrier she is a delight to watch. 

Irene pops offstage and appears back on camera with her BGE and in turn introduces the second half of the double act. 

Justine is a take no prisoners type. As she says, she was dropped on her head as a baby, so her memory is poor and she has a book to remind her of her set. Not that she uses it for the first ten to fifteen minutes as she riffs on and around the audience like a pinball machine having an orgasm.

Her stream-of-consciousness style had the woman beside me almost requiring oxygen. When she does get around to her material – didn’t mind the erratic journey to get there one bit – she’s more on task in relation to the subject matter, getting to the three types of ‘sorrys’ involved with the badly timed outburst.

From racist grandmothers to gyno visits, its all out there in the open and bloody funny. An hilarious ride. And suddenly she’s offstage and back on screen for the wrap up (if not wrap party).

One of the funniest screen gags is the one that ends the show and perfectly sums up these wonders. A great idea to pair these two together and a fantastic night out. Brilliant, laugh out loud funny, thoughtful, insightful, a little bit (actually hugely) dirty, they left the crowd wanting loads more.

If you can only see one thing in this festival SEE THIS SHOW. 
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