Ed Byrne – Huntingdon Hall | 4th July 2026
What a time to be alive! Across the moral divide we have the “President” of the United States starting and finishing wars on a near daily basis. Distraction therapy, in the form of comedian Ed Byrne has never seemed so inviting…
The cathartic qualities of a night out at the Woo’s Huntingdon Hall are legendary and expansive. The welcome is obliging and respectful. The space is theatrical and the ambience is, always, more than agreeable. Combine with a brilliant sound – time and time again – despite the challenge of the acoustics and you know you are assured a quality night out. And, of course, as we know proceedings always kick off at 7.30pm…sharp!
However, Ed Byrne’s perspective of our Hall was at odds with the collective room…“Just what is this quasi-religious room, replete with its Nazi memorabilia?” The laughter came quicker than Trump doubling down on his wonky reasoning.
Twisted and wrapped around his microphone stand garrulous Byrne then proceeded to entertain with his very personal and at times dark viewpoint of his life. The admittance that his family hate him was supported with some bleak observations. The only recourse for the onlookers in search of their own therapy was unbridled guffawing.
In an attempt at his own familial “levelling-up” Byrne systematically stripped his son of any kudos, before admitting the level of violence he would gladly hand out. Trust me, he was joking, although I am not sure Trump would have the capacity to infer the comedian’s jokes.
The “nonce formerly known as Prince” came in for some acute observations. I wonder if Trump had ever met the “nonce formerly known as Prince”, although, he probably wouldn’t be able to remember as you can’t fight the aging process. Lest we forget Byrne’s punchline…“age is just a number”.
At the climax of the evening Ed Byrne regaled us with an extended routine about a middle-aged man’s capacity to hold an erection. The observations were at times a little below the belt but the judicious use of the microphone as a phallus is an image that I can’t and don’t want to un-see.
Packed into the hallowed Hall like cargo ships into the Strait of Hormuz the audience was content that Ed Byrne had blown the night out of the water! In short, the night of comedy was a comedic form of Viagra which helped to pep-up the appreciative audience.
By: Swilgate Scuttler