Latitude review: Angela Barnes
Angela Barnes is making being a single, childless thirty-something hilarious.
Latitude review: Aisling Bea
Aisling Bea is the victim of hate crime. Or so she feels, as an Irish woman having been booked to perform on an afternoon of twenty-something degree heat.
Latitude review: Dara O’Briain
Making his debut appearance at a music festival, it’s almost difficult to recognise Dara O’Briain without his trademark suit; many of the crowd here will likely never have seen O’Briain from the waist down before.
Latitude review: Tommy Tiernan
Given that Tommy Tiernan’s set largely concerns his home country of Ireland, its people and its mythologically-steeped history, he seems to have an almost cult following, that perhaps surprisingly have found their way here to a field in Suffolk.
Latitude review: Hannah Gadsby
Hannah Gadsby is, by her own admission, extremely jet-lagged. This may go some way to explaining her disjointed, spaced-out opening bit, scatter-shot with non-starters as she attempts to slip into a routine about her extensive collection of maladies.
Latitude review: Joel Dommett
An airing of teenage embarrassment, turned out for the enjoyment of Latitude’s comedy tent, Joel Dommett’s set this afternoon is pinned on self-flagalation of the most painful kind.
Latitude review: Felicity Ward
A bundle of skittish energy, Aussie Felicity Ward arrives on stage ready and incredibly keen to entertain.
Latitude review: Roisin Conaty
Roisin Conaty is thirty five, single, and has gallstones. Not exactly a life brimming with glamour, but her affably shambolic approach to life, and the crudeness she derives from her experiences, is a huge part of Conaty’s appeal.
