Join me, Callum Wagstaff, on the border of what's even considered comedy.

This show is a collection of every joke I told last year that never quite captured the room, but had small pockets of people laughing so hard and long that I had to wait for them to finish before I could continue.

Palmy Fest is the perfect place to take these fever dreams and help them find an audience. Cat biscuits, possums, Roswell, solving healthcare budgets by sewing people together, pretending your mind is being read just in case it is, what to do with the space between your organs, sleeping with the lights on, and is eating someone's eyelash sexual harasment?

I can't promise any answers, clever satire or insightful social commentary. But I promise it will be different.