Sam Simmons: Not A People Person

With the Beach Boys' Kokomo as the initial soundtrack, Simmons climbed into the crowd and began romantically feeding the audience members cinnamon donuts using kangaroo paws, creating a hysterical sense of awkwardness almost instantaneously. Suitably, this gawkiness actually became the concept for the whole show and there was a brilliant peculiar genius to it, particularly when Simmons slips into his characters, be it shrimp 'enthusiast' Roger on his honeymoon in Bali, Veronica — the lawyer with digestive issues, sexually obsessive Frank, or a bald eagle with an erection. However, this was just a part of it — Simmons' true talent and intellect comes from his observations, covering everything from older women's haircuts, hipster girls and Netflix, the life of a chicken and its narrow existence and Masterchef, all the way to fitted sheet folding. By the time he reached the underwear with attached fake male appendage, which he proudly flaunted, it was just the icing on the odd cake.

It was erratic, random, perplexing, uneasy — and a performance of utter magnificence. Thanks Simmons, feel free to roller-skate out of Los Angeles, so you can sweat profusely and skull an entire Melbourne Bitters in your hometown of Adelaide again very soon.