We are in the swampy outlands of North Queensland and Danielle Walker is hanging out with her grandpa drinking beer.

 

It’s her favourite place - and after spending an hour with her you will completely understand why she loves it so.

 

This is a show about family and about favourite places, about how you accept those close to you, even though they have faults and peculiarities.

 

Walker builds on the long separation caused by Australia’s brutal lockdown to muse on home and family.

 

Her set is an edifice of outback kitsch, with a talking fish, cheap wooden panelling and an ornament made of a dead kangeroo’s paw which is giving the finger.

 

The comic illustrates her tales with snatches of home videos, texts, odd fuzzy photographs and extracts from diaries.

 

It’s a way of telling a story very much of her generation - but it is not choppy or unfocused. Walker draws us in to her family untill we are completely comfortable. Her observations, which are both silly and beautifully drawn make us giggle and snort like children.

 

The comic replays a funny clip over and over and even repeats a segment of material to make us laugh more and more. She has an uncanny ability to create laughter out of simple things.

 

Walker, this year’s Pinder Prize winner, is a brilliant and fresh new voice, with a refreshing uncynical perspective on what is really important in life.

 

Her family are not rich or sophisticated. They have secrets, favourites, prejudices a large collections of broken fridges and even espouse the odd conspiracy theory.

 

Walker is an odd child of an odd family.  But she knows exactly where she’s from and she’s happy with it.  

 

It’s a truly lovely hour - after which you genuinely walk out feeling the world is a better place.