Whimsical, solid set from thatched Irishman
This article is from 2007.
Due to his distinctive, idiosyncratic style (plus, possibly, last year’s Eddies nomination) David O’Doherty has a strong following and has nothing to prove. Yet, for the sixth year, he serves up the goods. In sharp contrast to O’Doherty’s endearingly bumbling presence – dressed in crumpled white with an unstyled thatch of hair – his gags are tidy, carefully crafted affairs. His observations are spot on yet inventive, often silly and more than likely to be whimsical in nature. Then there are the songs punctuating the set (banged out on his trademark tiny keyboard), minimal numbers that are often ironically self-absorbed.
The show is structured by facts O’Doherty has unearthed, such as how the female parrot fish can suddenly turn itself male. Elsewhere, there’s conjecture that everyone in the 70s looked like they were in a band and that ‘boobs’ is the funniest word ever. As D’OD says himself, the show is ‘absolutely for the faint-hearted’ and also those who are fanciful of thought. (Marissa Burgess)
Assembly Rooms, 623 3030, until 27 Aug, 10.15pm, £11.50–£12.50 (£10.50–£11.50).