As the name of her show suggests, Jackie Loeb is sick of being told what she can and can’t say to an audience. Things I Can’t Talk About is based loosed around a series of anecdotes describing the many times Loeb has been instructed by television producers, theatre managers and festival organisers to shy away from the taboo. And of course, she has invariably opted to do just the opposite.

In the course of her hour show, Loeb covers pretty much everything she isn’t supposed to joke about, and we’re not supposed to laugh at. From racism, sexism and homophobia, to RU486 (and her wish that it had been available to Tony Abbott’s mother), the Cronulla riots, and of course, recycled water, Loeb’s ironic bigotry verges on a pedagogy of the unmentionable.

It is an exercise in political incorrectness that isn’t really politically incorrect, and derision that isn’t really hateful. The things she can’t talk about are delivered with a healthy dose of jest.

Loeb is a relaxed performer with superb comic timing, and like a comedic herdswoman, she tells us when to clap, where to look, and when we have laughed too little or too much. She accuses audience members of writing her most offensive material, being too young, too good looking and too innumerous.

Her scantily-clad rendition of Shakira’s ‘Wherever Whenever’ and impersonations of Cher, Tracy Chapman and Macy Gray are dated, which may indicate this isn’t the first year they have appeared.