Geraldine Quinn, a flame haired Aussie is an example of the art of singer-comedians who intersperse the comedy songs with a wicked line in comic material. I had previously only seen excerpts of Ms Quinn’s act at press launches and the like, so was unaware of the full extent of her abilities. Geraldine starts off with a song lamenting the fact that David Bowie wasn’t her dad, told a story about a song rejected by Kylie and Delta Goodrem and wondered why(!). Material about last years Fringe, well the bits she can remember, confrontations with builders and drunks this year and Christmas in the family home were wickedly observed and presented and together with her songs, well it is a recipe for a late night fun hour. One word of warning, the sauna, sorry, space she performs in. It was not that warm a day when I attended, yet the sweat was running off me. ****