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Lara Ricote’s first hour is for anyone who is Latina, deaf and who is (or knows) a girl. She’s also got a sneaking suspicion she should be doing more about climate change, so her alter ego pops in every now and again to remind us the planet is burning in every one of her parallel universes. That the audience accepts this is a testament to Ricote’s skill. While she takes more than one opportunity to note that she’s a girl (not a woman), her deft, confident delivery and neat handling of some (very sweet) hecklers feels like she has decades of experience in front of a crowd.   

Growing up as one of three sisters (two hard of hearing, one stupid) proves fertile ground, and her parents are well-drawn: dad is a granola-eating anti-vaxxer, mum’s a Mayan (yes, it’s a niche religion). Things kick up a gear as she describes a trip to Southeast Asia, her sexual awakening and subsequent move to the Netherlands, where she begins to examine her identity in more detail.

There follows a few well-aimed jibes at white patriarchy, but most of her comedy centres around herself, culminating in a routine about kidney theft (not talked about enough, in her opinion) which doesn’t exactly fit with what’s gone before, but is funny enough to be forgivable. Engaging, relaxed and confident, she can add ‘one to watch’ to that Twitter bio. 

Monkey Barrel The Hive, until 28 August, 3.20pm.