by ⭐⭐⭐½
Nominated for Best Show earlier this year at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival, Ray O’Leary is still dressing for the awful office job he used to have. His look may not belie his low-energy wisdom, but you might not expect someone who looks like an accountant to have studied philosophy. The jokes bear that out for him.
He’s got clever premises and knows how to execute. Even if after one stretched-out bit, playing upon the concept of songs that fade out rather than ending abruptly, he notes that “a better comedian would’ve ended their show with that.”
But then this New Zealander might not have provoked such a wild response to his tale about flying from Auckland to Wellington.
