The meek might not inherit the earth
This article is from 2007.
She may have one of the slowest openings to any comedy show on the Fringe, but Hattie Hayridge is in no mood to speed things along at any point. This is either fantastically brave or a sign that her nervy stage disposition is not as much of an act as it appears. The truth might actually lie somewhere in the middle. Slow is one thing but weak is another, and her early uninspired gambits culled from things she’s casually observed in Edinburgh since her arrival don’t do much to lift the crowd’s potentially fraught mood. Everyone in the room visibly relaxes when she veers back to her scripted material, some of which borders on killer.
With many of the 1990s British Fringe staples being resurrected this August, Hayridge is a reminder of a gentler style of comic, and one which should never really have made it out of the harsh comedy circuit environs alive. Her survival instincts cannot be faulted, but her material seems grounded in a bygone age. (Brian Donaldson)
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