Note: This review is from the 2017 Fringe

Angela Barnes is obsessed with bunkers. It may not be the most obvious choice for the basis of a comedy show, but somehow Barnes manages to take the audience along with her. This is due (at least in part) to her straight-talking manner which manages to say it as it is and at the same time say what many of us are thinking.

Barnes recently turned 40 and as part of the “Peter Pan generation,” she’s delighted – not least because she can begin to stop fielding questions about whether or not she will have children. She is keen to point out that this has nothing to do with compassion and everything to do with the fact she doesn’t want them… and why shouldn’t that alone be an acceptable life choice?

She is very happy with where she is in her life and so she should be? With a whole host of TV and radio appearances in recent years, Barnes is quickly becoming a household name in comedy and she has finally found the “guardian of her solitude” with whom she wants to spend the rest of her life. This “love of her life” also managed to give her the perfect 40th birthday present – an overnight stay in a nuclear bunker. Her journey through some of her “bunker visits” and the history of why the bunkers came to be is fascinating and funny in equal measure and one even served as the perfect place to be the day Trump came to power.

But it’s not all cold-war bunkers; flying, poetry, New Zealand’s obsession with beetroot and bucket lists are all fodder for Barnes sharp-wit, although there is a lack of out-loud laughter for the personable comedian. As if to prove just how nice she is, as audience members leave they are each thanked and handed a leaflet with some additional information on cold war history for those who are inspired by the bunker chat.