If you get the opening joke (which I still kind of don't) I reckon you're in for a good one.
Good ol' Dave O' rattles through the problems with kids, music in the 80s, getting mistaken for Dave Hughes, and what it means to be a bloke. A good bloke, a fat bloke, a nice bloke, an old bloke. No radical material here, but he injects the steady with with a few twists. He's not soothing in an Enya way, but more in the way that Dencorub, or at least its smell, is soothing; or the way that visting your Mum is soothing. Not conventionally pleasant, but, like, inevitable. Dave O' is a man of much base covering. While I reckon I”m a bit young for some references, your Gen Xers in the audience are all about it. There are always “Big Names” at the MICF, but Dave O's an established name without the wank – consumately comfortable and engaged with his audience. If you get the opening joke (which I still kind of don't) I reckon you're in for a good one.