by Laura Ferguson
Lucy Roche is juxtaposition personified. Every social normality that comes to mind as we see this whimsical elfin figure approach the stage, epitomises our ideas of sweetness and innocence. Roche takes a breath and with a smile, starts her show: “So, hi, I’m Lucy Roche and I’m a sex worker.” Minds. Blown. Someone near me does a double-take, another’s eyes bug out. I laugh since they clearly didn’t read her comedy fest blurb. Roche herself charmingly smirks and pauses while swaying serenely on stage, waiting for that bombshell to sink in. I love it. The preconceived societal norms get thrown out of Ivy Bar, exactly what Roche was aiming for. It is only the beginning of her cleverness and wit.
