Walking in to a comedy show 20 minutes late is never a good look. You interrupt the feng shui of the  room as you push past people to find a seat discreetly, all the time hoping you don’t draw fire from the stage, trying to get yourself in the zone but knowing that you’ve missed the crucial first few minutes where the performer establishes rapport with audience and sets the tone for on coming hilarity. Basically you feel like an outsider not in on the joke yet. This feeling usually passes. Usually.

Let me attempt to explain.  Hot Caz and the Runaway Muff is a character-driven show performed entirely by Megan Petrie. It moves at a cracking pace through monologues from a range of absurd characters that borrow heavily from the school of Kath and Kim.

With few props and costumes, Megan switches characters schizophrenically, all the time introducing ever more surreal tangents. My favourite would have to be the character of Hot Caz’s disembodied vagina who escapes from her servitude, not because (as my friend suggested), all males like the idea of a disembodied vagina but because I have to admire any vagina that enters as a contestant on Australian Idol.

As for the jokes; there were a lot of pussy puns and cunt jokes as you might expect from the title. Some of them eliciting laughs, some groans. In amongst that was also a critique of raunchy culture and it’s perversion of feminism but this was largely buried under the mangling of pop culture and the ugly side of drunk bogan chicks.

Megan Petrie has some ways to go as a performer but from where she’s headed it should be an interesting ride. Just don’t arrive late.