Laugh Locker, Mt Lawley Bowling Club
Review: Annelies Gartner
This bloke from Melbourne’s western suburbs is a tough nut that doesn’t stand for any of that Nancy-boy stuff.
People with food allergies, participants in bikram yoga and anyone scared of flying is an easy target for Nick Cody – or Crusher as he was known to his friends in his younger years on the footy field.
Nothing is revered, even a gag about MH370 made its way into his routine. Too soon? The room paused as the audience tried to gauge whether they should laugh. In the end most did.
He’s a fan of cage fighting, shooting guns and eating things your body is going to protest about for hours after ingestion. His observations on a thick shake are something I’ll remember for ever.
But Cody isn’t afraid of laughing at his own stupidity. He jokes about his fears when he went to entertain the troops in Afghanistan and the bad choices he made on a trip he took to the US with his dad.
Proving the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, as it turns out his dad is also a bit of a lad.
Crusher even admits that on a trip to Alaska he became a blubbering, bubble-snot faced ball of fear when confronted with the prospect of having to get close to a bear.
During his hour-long set the audience didn’t stop laughing, and like Cody, at times found that they were laughing at themselves. I’ll put my hand up as one of those people that spend too much money on their pets, which was just one of the many human traits he poked fun at.
Cody has that larrikin lad appeal that rubs off on everyone around, including, it seems, his budgie.