Westmeath's own Alison Spittle takes to the Comedy Tent on the final night of Electric Picnic.

Serving her usual dish of self-deprecating humour, Spittle reflects on the experiences which shaped who she is today.

She reflects on memories from her childhood, her awkward first kiss, and moving to Dublin. She tells tales of when she canvassed for Repeal the Eighth - engaging in a hilarious tale where she got into a war of words with someone from the pro-life side. Well, not so much a war of words but a game of verbal tennis, with each person throwing the term 'fat bitch' back and forward.

Spittle has a close relationship with her audience, asking them if anyone had ever seen her live before. It turns out that many of them have! Spittle smiles and candidly admits that is about to repeat the same jokes she has used in past.

Luckily, people don't seem to mind.

Performing on stage just as the heavens opened on the Stradbally fields, many patrons straggling across the site duck for cover.

Though inside the Comedy Tent, the audience seem unfazed by the rain. Spittle resonates such a warmness and brashness to her set that it allows everyone to feel comfortable,