Truth be told, the title David Smiedt has selected for his show is something of a misnomer; he doesn't so much introduce himself to his audience as converse with them. Within the intimate confines of Vic's Bar, a sparsely-attended performance had the makings of a non-starter, but Smiedt quickly got the audience onside by (naturally) introducing himself, and then proceeding to engage with his audience. While this could be a recipe for disaster in lesser hands, Smiedt managed to elicit the best possible results from those in attendance.

Smiedt's approach to stand-up can be considered plainsong, in that he sticks to staple, well-trod tropes (upbringing, early sexual experiences, divorce, et al). Not every joke hits the mark, and others took awhile to fully sink in - discussing David Beckham's cologne being a case in point. However, when querying the audience on their particulars, Smiedt rises to the occasion and gains much comedic mileage, despite his schizophrenic insistence that "it's not like TV, I can hear you!" 

Surprisingly, Smiedt also opted to use props, but these are kept to a minimum and served to reinforce his points; his display of a specific-use feminine hygiene product was a genuine highlight. It's also worth pointing out that his discovery of a Turkish brand of tea – whose brand name carries an unusual connotation – garnered the most laughter of the evening.

When Smiedt sticks to his script, he does just fine, but he truly excels when fed the appropriate point to riff on by the audience; by making them part of the show, as opposed to just bouncing gags off the paying crowd, the experience is made that much richer. Make an appointment to be introduced to David Smiedt; if the positive post-show buzz is anything to go by, a lot more people are going to want to meet him.