She’s found the perfect skirt suit, and she’s not afraid to show it off. It’s hard to believe that I saw Sam Nicoresti in my first ever Fringe in her split bill with Tom Burgess, and then missed (in Fringe terms) her emergence as a major force in comedy, but it’s not hard to understand how that’s happened. I must watch Wokeflake at some point, but Nicoresti has written a follow up in Baby Doomer a wonderfully understated show about the profundity and mundanity of the trans femme experience (and, to be fair, the general trans experience) that quietly builds to big things, with heart and excellent jokes (a joke about how much straight people like cats is still lodged in my brain). I’m going to throw of the pretence and admit that I’m writing this post her Edinburgh Comedy Award win, and it was both well-deserved and eminently predictable. Lord knows what she does now, but I can’t wait.