Sarah Harpur’s new one woman show is all about how to be happy, do yoga and eat sausages.  

I like Sarah Harpur’s style and really like this latest offering. Her material is realistically upbeat, honest, vulnerable and funny, funny, funny. The zany is still there as always, but grounded in some pretty important home truths about the human condition and how to navigate it. 

While exploring whether it is possible to eat meat and become a yogi (hardly a spoiler as the title tells us this much!), Harpur combines reminiscences of her past in rural Dannevirke with her experiences as a self-help book reading truth-seeker.

The opening night audience find it hilarious because anyone who has ever been to a self-help seminar or read the books or bought the affirmation tapes will hear something of themselves in all of this. And in much of her confessional narrative there are pearls of hard earned wisdom. 

I find this humour warm, razor-sharp witty, and free from nasty. This is so refreshing in a comedy scene so dominated by aggressive humour. Like a fresh lime juice marguerita in a sea of flat beer, Harpur’s energy rises above the pack.

Who knows, you may come away not only replete from so much laughter, but also a little wiser.

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