Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

We are all Matryoshka Dolls, the space in which we inhabit on the Earth only made possible because of all the people we are inside, the separate pieces that make up us, whether it be father, son, nephew, art lover, or mother, daughter, wife and comedian, we are all made up of small pieces of us that decrease in size till you hit that final Babushka, the tiny and brimming with potential human that is frail, afraid and hopeful, sometimes even just excited to get out of the house.

The Edinburgh evening had grown cold, the bitter wind coming off the North Sea swirling through the awnings of the food sellers and the slight sense of rain was hanging in the air, yet inside the Tardis like Gilded Balloon, up in its furthest tower, The Turret, stood tall the figure of Wendy Wason, giddy, as she put it with a smile on her face, to be out of the house, filled with a mission to entertain and transfer that beguiling demeanour to the audience that traversed the long and winding staircase in search of a new hero to laugh with; a hero who didn’t disappoint at all.

We can all feel tiny, insignificant, immaterial to the world, it is how we stand at the end, tall, noteworthy and considerable to others is how we are seen by the outside and often cruel world. Wendy Wason’s Tiny Me show makes the point of portraying that how we are made up just fragments of a bigger shell, the wife and mother, the child and the resolve that blows harder than anything the North Sea in all its rage and fury can throw in spite.

It is a refreshing change to come across a comedian who has the ability to make you feel warm, cosy, in tune with your inner conflicts, illusions and truths and Wendy Wason, charming, sincere, a bundle of generous laughs and ample amusement, is there right by your side, coaxing out the inner child, the confused kid who is happy to embarrass their own children but who wants nothing more than to be able to put their own story out in the open.

A wonderful comic whose observations are clear and without harm or hindrance, Wendy Wason is a treasure worth preserving.

Ian D. Hall