You’ll definitely recognise Cal Wilson from the telly (The Great Australian Bake Off, Spicks And Specks, Have You Been Paying Attention?).
Her three cats – Barnacle, Pirate and Kipper – might also be on your radar, ‘cause they’re famous on TikTok (which Cal hilariously describes as “millions of tiny documentaries made without research”).
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Named after her husband’s infuriating incorrect take on supposedly, Supposably basically turns “irrational aggravations” into a source of joy. She definitely has a unique perspective on life and Cal makes some value judgements on people she’s just met based on this criterion: “What’s the oldest thing in your fridge?”
Thanks to Cal’s vivid, detailed storytelling, we can picture her reaching for that top-shelf pot in Bunnings and feel like we’re right there beside her while she sorts through endless boxes (108, to be precise!) with her hoarder dad – of socks that need darning, in particular – while they clear space in the garage to accommodate a clothes dryer. And it’s Cal’s gleeful (over)sharing of the misfortunes of her nearest and dearest that routinely bring the biggest LOLs.
Her son Digby – now a teenager (“He’s just turned Lynx Africa”) – has cleared her recounting of his show-stopping wardrobe malfunction – while dressed as an Oompa Loompa and performing The Lollipop Guild at a school concert – when he was six, we’re told.
Even just looking at Cal – her funky purple pixie cut with hot-pink fringe, quirky farshun choices and dimpled smile – instantly boosts our mood. She clearly delights in the ridiculous – eg. initiating “secret walking races with strangers” while out and about – and her comedic timing is flawless. Supposably is unmissable.
Best bit: Cal’s response to a charity worker who approached her in town, brandishing a clipboard: she accidentally snapped, “Not interesting!” – complete with firm accompanying arm gesture – when she’d actually intended to say, “Sorry, not interested”.
Audience participation: Cal shares a previous audience member’s “irrational aggravation”: “I hate mushrooms, because they’re smug.”
Number of legit LOLs: A non-stop barrage plus one instance of cry-laughing to the point where tears streamed down my face.
Catch Supposably at the Swiss Club until April 23. Grab tickets here.
