Ah, the Melbourne International Comedy Festival, one of my favourite times of year. Where the temperature has dropped enough to bring out the jeans and scarves (ok, well, not this year, hello climate change!), the streets are full of happy people, and Melbourne seems a little bit more shiny. For my first show of the season, I went to see Rhys Nicholson. I hadn't seen him live before, but had seen him on TV (by which I mean mostly YouTube), and was really looking forward to it. The show did not disappoint. As someone who is also 30ish and does not feel like a grown up, I found it very relatable. This is not however necessary to enjoy Rhys' comedy, as everybody can relate to the weird shit that parents do, the absolutely bewildering actions of strangers, and the utter state of despair that baby boomers have left the world in for us (ok, maybe not everyone? Sorry parents). My favourite thing about Rhys is his quick-witted, fast-talking manner. Just when his last punchline ...
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