When on stage, Eurydice Dixon would invite people to laugh at things other comedians wouldn’t touch with a 10-foot mic stand. She joked about feminism. She joked about suicide. Some nights she won the audience. Others she left in a heckling rage.
To people who knew her well, who understood where she came from, her comedy material wasn’t surprising. Her young life, abruptly ended in the early hours of Wednesday morning by an opportunistic attacker, had been shaped by tragedy, radical thought and a determination to see and do things her own way.
Eurydice was 22 on the night she played her last comedy gig and said goodbye to boyfriend Tony Magnuson at a tram stop outside Melbourne’s Federation Square. It was the last time he or any of her friends would see her.