‘I’m constantly ready to go on stage,’ Suzy Izzard says the day we meet in Melbourne.
She’s equal parts punk, power-dressed and put-together: a cropped denim jacket, black slacks, blunt blow-waved fringe, gold hoop earrings, bright pink lippy, blonde hair tied up in a sleek ponytail.
We’re in The Langham hotel, the day before she performs REMIX, something of a greatest hits package of her celebrated stand-up career, to a packed Hamer Hall. Not unlike her comedy persona, she talks quickly, connecting idea to tangential idea, circling, quoting, leapfrogging from this to that.
