We’re in the middle of the NZ International Comedy Festival and, due to the Covids, whilst they’re keeping the “international” in their name, there’s precious little in the way of internationality about it this year. Now, I love New Zealand comedians as much as the next guy. That’s not very much, apparently. We have one or two megastars, but they’ve mostly buggered off overseas to find fame and fortune, leaving the stalwarts of 7 Days and similar shows to take up the slack. Even some of our homegrown talent aren’t putting on a new show – nothing from Rhys Darby or Hayley Sproull, for example.
One who is putting on a show is Sera Devcich. We haven’t seen much of her recently, and she explained why almost as soon as she arrived on stage. She’s had a baby, and she shared some of the details about that. Overshared, possibly. She also gave us some information about irritable bowel syndrome without which I could have happily lived the rest of my life. But she did so in an amusing way, and she generally regaled us with stories about her life, whilst also engaging the audience in some of her routines…to the slight discomfort of some. There was a long involved story about a home-made glow-in-the-dark dildo which had us all in stitches.
It wasn’t a long show, but very funny. We’d taken the decision, due to timings of Miss Daisy duties and the show’s start, to dine afterwards instead of our usual pre-show dinner, and decided to go somewhere we hadn’t been before: Panhead Brewery’s pub on the corner of Tory Street. The food there was good pub grub, nothing exceptional but a well-made burger is always welcome. And Panhead beer, of course, which is pretty good.
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