I love Natalie Haynes. Not in a weird scary stalkerish kinda of way - that wouldn't be fair on my true obsession, Nicola - but in a brotherly sort of way. This is mainly down to the fact that I think she's basically me if I were a girl. Oh, and if I was funny. I'm still convinced that she should have won the Perrier last year but, for reasons best known to the panel, she didn't even get a nomination. Indeed, it seemed that for last years shortlist only those with a Y chromosone were eligible. But, no matter, she's back again, at the Assembly Rooms this time, and is still as fab and lovable as ever.
She shouldn't really be as lovable as she is, there's a lot of hate in her, but as it's fired out with such accuracy her bile just adds to her charm. In the show her venom is aimed at homeopaths - for being rubbish, herself - for going to a homeopath, smurfs - for being a thinly disguised nazi homage, people that sue hospitals - for not understanding the point of science and the bloke behind the bible code - for it being entirely rubbish. All of which is fair enough and told in a way that just makes you want to go up on stage and hug her once she's finished. Alas though, I don't think this year's show is as good as last years, though it is still better than 99% of stuff at the Fringe and I can't see it getting her the nomination that she so richly deserves, which is a shame.