Sarah Callaghan: 24 (SCF)

Young Londoner Sarah Callaghan is unusual in the best way. Callaghan's comedy is part observation, part situation, breaking between the two easily.

There was a clear structure to her narrative but also room to move and play with the crowd - and even though we were a small group tonight (gosh Sydney-siders can wuss out on a cold-ish school night!), there was still a nice buzz in the room. We flipped happily between fart jokes and being called cunts - the full range of comedy experience, really.

There's a charm that gets Callaghan well over the line though - she's not angry and aggressive like young male comedians finding their feet can often be - but also not overly reserved or cutesy either. Confessing to a suspected quarter-life crisis as she hit 25 years old, it would have been easy for Callaghan to come across as a young smug thing. But instead, she takes a sharp and funny left turn.

She doesn't talk down her age or heritage (and in case you're wondering, she's not from the posh end of the English capital) - but at the same time, she doesn't just march into cliche country either. When watching I found it hard not to think "How did comedy that tight come out of someone who chronologically can't have been doing this that long?". Her ease on stage is contagious.  No impersonations or corny artificial personas - just a young lady-geezer talking funny for an hour. Damn the industry needs more of that.

Sarah Callaghan presents 24 till 13 May at Factory Theatre, part of the Sydney Comedy Festival.