Oh he’s dry as a bone this one, with his tales of teens and trauma. He’s laid-back and natural too, with chatty crowd work that meanders from giving advice to new parents to telling a baby-faced lad on the front row to turn around and show us his face, if not his ID. The show’s title doesn’t refer to Connell himself, but rather to a troubling incident that happened to his family. It’s foreshadowed by the tale of interacting with a teen at Foot Locker, which becomes a delightful call back threading through the show. There are plenty of laughs; his conversational observations of Australian daily life are pin-sharp and he clearly has an eye for the strange little details that give shape and colour. His descriptions of things like a kids’ footie match, or the what adults get up to after a kid’s birthday party are incredibly well drawn. You get the feeling he revels in the absurdity of the human condition; a mate is carrying on like absolute pork chops, another is the farter in the friendship group (every group has one, and if you don’t know who it is…). While all this doesn’t quite set the heather on fire, Little Aussie Battler is a polished, yet laid-back hour (until he gets to the bit about prehensile penises) that’s well worth a watch.