Live Comedy Review: Reginald D. Hunter
4th Dec 2025 – Huntingdon Hall, Worcester
Reginald D. Hunter is instantly recognisable, his voice as smooth as 12 year old malt stored in sherry casks. Moreover, his skill in succinctly using language honed down to the barest essence is a masterclass in how to communicate. There are no histrionics or melodrama, in short, the comedian has something to say and he is going to say it, in his precise drawl.
Tonight’s American comedian makes no secret as to why he initially travelled to Britain to ply his stand-up: the home of sarcasm is very welcoming.
After all, in the round, at a comedy gig do we not have licence to intelligently weigh-up injustices, inequalities and different perspectives – on balance? The audience at the Huntingdon Hall certainly were on the side of Mr. Hunter’s right to articulate his erudite observations. John Shuttleworth may have impressed with his callow humour, however, for Mr D. Hunter comedy is a serious business.
Noticeably distracted the comedian apologised for his cold and requested some gin to help him get through the gig. That Edinburgh gig hung over the night like a judge’s gavel. You could have produced a documentary about the situation Hunter found himself in and the stand-up certainly had something to say about documentaries: culminating in a £50,000 sketch which brought forth laughter and nods of appreciation.
Complicit in his own comedy, the comedian allowed the neon-spotlight of comedy to light up his own life. Introducing into his routine the truth he has a daughter he didn’t know about. Admitting that he was “not the best Dad”, he spoke candidly of her viewpoint of his comedy: “Well, it was good for what it was but you don’t really do jokey, jokes.”
The comedian reciprocated with writing her a “jokey jokey”…“What do you call an average person, with average intelligence?” If you had joined the faithful at the Huntingdon Hall you would have a fine “jokey joke” to add to your arsenal of cracker jokes!
Indeed, comedy is a serious business…Reginald Darnell Hunter confided this was his “only show this year”; articulating still further he had “fulfilled his contractual obligations.” The words catching in his throat like a cheap whisky.
The genuine affection for Reginald D. Hunter was palpable. As one, “cue-ball headed” male shouted at the end: “We love you Reg!” A smattering of the crowd rose to their feet to applaud; Hunter raised his hand and declared: “Don’t let anybody else tell you who your enemies are.” And like the “devil’s cut” from a whisky cask he was gone.
By: Swilgate Scuttler
Ps A bonus “jokey joke,” from the night, what do you call an audience member who shouts out “sausage monkey” at the black comedian in the support slot? I will leave you to write your own punchline, for obvious reasons.