In which I go fangirly over Hannah Gadsby


I don’t do this very often …

Oh, who am I kidding, I do this all the time. I am the world’s biggest fangirl.

Neil Gaiman? Squeal!

Colin Firth? Swoon!

Shaun Tan? Go wobbly at the knees.

Isobelle Carmody? Make embarrassing comments about how when I was a kid I thought her books were set on mainland Australia because I’d never been there and I thought it was entirely possible that Sydney was populated by elves. Yes, that is true and yes, she looked at me like I was possibly an escapee from a Tasmanian asylum. But that’s another story.

What I’m saying here is that I have been known to indulge in a spot of fangirliness on, well, any occasion, really. The difference here is, I’m doing it in public. Well, actually, I’m doing it in my (new) dining room (my first. Dining room that is. My new pad is POSH), but I am planning on publishing it on to the interwebs, which is kind of public, right?

Anyway, the subject of my fangirliness today? An awesome stand-up comic by the name of Hannah Gadsby.

Hannah Gadsby, for those of you who (like me) are not stand-up-comedy hipsters (I could probably name ten stand-up-comedians if pressed and three of those would be members of Tripod. And I don’t actually know their names), is the chick in the suit on the Adam Hills show – the one who shows Adam the weird things that audience members have brought in and, occasionally, face-plants in the name of comedy.

She is awesome. She is self-deprecating and wry and sarcastic in a non-abrasive kind of way. She has the second best dress sense in the world (after Helena Bonham Carter. What? I LOVE her crazy/beautiful bag lady/princess look. I wish I could pull it off but you have to be beautiful as well as crazy) AND SHE IS TASMANIAN! She is, in actual fact, from “Miffton” (Smithton to you non-Taswegians) which is really close to where I grew up in Wynyard.

Hannah is the sort of girl I would have killed to be, growing up – funny and smart and articulate. I, on the other hand, am someone who people laugh AT (usually because I have just revealed another stupidity, like the fact that I used to think Chrissie Hynde and Chrissie Amphlett were the same person, but she just got married and joined a new band …). And I’d look stupid in a suit. Actually, I’d look like a man in a suit, considering I have the figure of a fourteen year old boy.

All of this is a really long-winded way of saying I think Hannah Gadsby is awesome. You should watch her on Adam Hills or, if you are the sort of person who, um, isn’t a homebody hermit, you could go and see her perform somewhere live. Her website is Apparently, there are no shows coming up at the moment, but that would be because she is too busy being awesome on the Adam Hills show. While you’re at her website, you could read her bio, which made me laugh so much I snorted and got a bit teary, at lines like: “It is Hannah Gadsby’s unique, laconic humour that clearly distinguishes her from bread.”

Oh, dear. I’m crying again. Best go now before I produce another stupidity, just in case Hannah ever reads this.

She probably already hates me because I’m from Wynyard.

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