Kerry Lee opened the night with her hair a main focus. "My mother said "I didn't know you could go to the hairdresser and ask for a gay cut!"." In profile on her left a full Jewfro - "Happy Hanukkah, rabbi" - and in profile on her right a crew cut - "Yeah! Fisting!" Delightfully awkward, her tomboyish vim contrasted with the girlish playfulness of Rachel Mars, who followed her. Silly and cheeky, her impressions of cheese were an audience participatory highlight, while her anecdotes of "sexpurtunities" as a same sex parent brought the lighter froth to an otherwise crass night.
Shazia Mirza exploded into the second act, with her irreverent commentary a wicked insight into being an Asian woman in comedy. "I'm single," she declared, "Because Asian men don't like women who speak." But as she quick-fired her way through a raucous set, the audience delighted in her unique unpolitical correctness, satirising Pakistanis - and her relationship to them - from within. "Everyone wants me to represent my community," she confided, "but the trouble is, my community don't want me to represent them!" (Shazia spoke with Haus of Phag earlier this month - why not check out here interview here.)
Brimming with the finest in comedy, the night dealt a full house of laughs that tackled Queer issues with as much comfort as derision. Activism and equality was embalmed with humour in a way only Queer performers could. And with a night dominated by such strong female acts, the fey and camp Lycett concluded this sensationally funny evening. "You must all be thinking 'Hurray!'," he said whimsically, "At least there's one alpha male amongst us."