Urzila Carlson: proving that crassness and charm can sometimes, inexplicably, combine.
Urzila Carlson emerges from behind dark curtains in the Melbourne Town Hall's Portico room to commence her show and immediately lets the packed room know who is boss. Well, boss of the portable fan, anyway. Warning all present that the room has a habit of heating up, she manages to expedite the process with a no holds barred approach that sees her flipping the bird to all manner of life's little irritations.
From loving road rage to loathing her South African mother's inane stories, nobody is safe tonight, not even Carlson herself, a self-confessed “happy fatty”.
Dropping truth bombs willy-nilly, she pulls no punches as she focuses her attack on the detrimental effects breast feeding can have on a woman's physique, and wonders incredulously as to why people feel it is okay to pick their noses in their cars.
Urzila Carlson: proving that crassness and charm can sometimes, inexplicably, combine.
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