Lara Ricote

On stage, she bounces on her heels and beams like someone who is simply thrilled everyone showed up. Her delivery has a breathless, giggly rhythm, full of sudden physical twitches and scattered tangents that make her sets feel unscripted. When a joke touches on something awkward, she leans in, lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, and grins until the tension breaks. The warmth disarms the room before anyone realizes she has maneuvered them into talking about physical embarrassments or prejudice.

After breaking out on the Edinburgh circuit, she has settled into touring mid-sized arts venues across the UK and Europe while appearing on British television.

Her writing hits hardest when she leans into confusion. In Little Tiny Wet Show (baptism), she treats misunderstandings not as problems to solve, but as odd gifts to unpack. The risk in her set is pacing: the loose, bubbly crowd work can occasionally drift into sweet detours that do not yield a punchline. When she keeps the structure firm, the goofy demeanor cuts clean through heavy topics without a trace of self-importance.

She grew up in Miami in a Mexican and Venezuelan household before moving to Amsterdam to study politics, which is where she took up improv and standup. Her hearing loss shapes the material, turning everyday conversation into a game of deciphering garbled signals and leaning happily into the wrong conclusions.