"He's such a naturally likeable character — with that impish charm, a hint of the mischievous rogue."
Scottish comedian Danny Bhoy explains early in his hilarious show preamble that the gorgeous City Hall's cavernous spaces aren't really suited to comedy (the massive dome ceiling absorbs the laughs apparently) but the huge crowd join him on his epic spoken voyage with relish nonetheless. He's such a naturally likeable character — with that impish charm, a hint of the mischievous rogue — and an early piece about Australians having no sympathy for foreigners struggling with our heat, showcases both his awesome Aussie accent and understanding of our psyche.
He's in the midst of dissecting the American presidential campaign (more cool accents) when the show is stopped due to a patron in the balcony suffering a seizure (thankfully treated quickly), but the ensuing lengthy break actually strengthens his bond with the audience and the rest of the night is a veritable laugh riot, especially the crux about society's relentless quest for our information. It's a stripped-back show with no frills, proving conclusively that a) we still carry an unhealthy affinity for Princess Di; b) all birds are dicks, and c) that Danny Bhoy is an absolute master of the form, impervious in the face of adversity.