Hitching… To the Ballinamore Fringe Festival

Leitrim_Flag_150Had the pleasure of making my way to Leitrim on Friday, the 23rd of August… I was gigging in Ballinamore

Got the train down from Dublin. After oversleeping through the four alarms I had set, and eradicating any chance I had of a nice leisurely journey to Leitrim. I woke up at 12:30. My aim to get up at 9:30 had failed. Which left me legging it to Connolly Station to get the 13:05 train, instead of walking to the 11:05.

I arrived at Connolly Station at 13:04, with a quick glance at the timetables I figured where to go and with no ticket ran up to the lads collecting tickets, told them ‘I’d pay for it on the train’ and fair play to the lads, they waved me through. I was on the 13:05 train down to Carrick – on – Shannon, confidently unsure of how I was going to make it to Ballinamore.

The train was grand, read a book. Dodged the ticket guy. Being a broke comedian, any chance I have to save a few bob, I’m jumping at. I had 20 quid to last me the night… the ticket was €22. So when the ticket checker got close the urge to go for a slash presented itself, and I had to answer its call. I found the toilet. I don’t mess with Mother Nature. And would you believe it, to my surprise, when I got back to my seat, the checker had checked passed my seat. I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting the ticket collector.

With a good few pages read, and a lovely quick view of Longford, the train arrived at Carrick – on – Shannon.

Upon arrival the drizzle stopped I set out to find a way to Ballinamore. After asking a few passengers from the train about how to get into town, I was directed, yet still unsure.

There was a hen party chatting to a taxi man named Tom, I asked Tom how to get to Ballinamore, he said he would give me a lift there for a tenner; happy days. Had a smoke with the hen party, a lovely group of girls from Dublin, one of them was getting married… 5 of them weren’t… and they were all sisters. The mother was there as well.

Tom and I took the front seats and the girls flocked into the back, revved up for a good weekend on the piss. They were hooting and hollering, taking pictures; one even complemented my good growth. Sadly she was referring to my facial hair, and/or the hair on my head…

After the hen party was dropped off, and good wishes wished, Tom and I headed off to Ballinamore.

Tom had mentioned that he would try and get me out to town before he had to be back at the train station, and even more importantly, before his boss called. I thought nothing off it, thinking that Ballinamore was only up the road. We’ll be there in no time, I thought…

Tom’s boss called about 10 minutes up the road… Tom and I were chatting away, shooting the shit, having a great time. Tom explained where he was headed to the boss man; the mood was no longer chipper. Tom pulled into a drive and told me, that in order for me to get to Ballinamore in the taxi that I was currently in, the one that told me Ballinamore for a tenner, it would cost me €35. I told Tom thanks a million, gave him a fiver, got out of the taxi, and with a hand shake and best wishes wished, I started walking. It was only 19km to Ballinamore. That’s only up the road… I thought. 

Walking on the side of country roads is great craic, cars whizzing by at speeds that seem like lasers, me with my thumb in the air walking backwards towards town.

I walked for a good while, about 45 minutes, Sean from Ballinamore picked me up. Sean was altogether indifferent about the fringe festival. The Family Festival had been the week before, ‘has been going for 57-years’ Sean revered. Sean Quinn had opened the Family Festival. Sean wasn’t sure who opened the Free Fringe Festival.

We talked about the Rolling StonesBeatles, dispute, one must always pick a side. I’m a Stones guy, Sean was a Beatles guys and, also a big fan of Kings of Leon, and Franz Ferdinand, thanks to his daughter’s recommendations and guidance.

We arrived in Ballinamore laughing away, was a candid chat into town, realizing along the way that it would have taken at least 5-6 hours for me to walk into town, it wasn’t up the road whatsoever. With a hand shake and best wishes wished, I got out and headed into the Fringe Office.

The Fringe Office was located in an older house in town. I went back in to the office in the office, and was given my meal ticket and a program. On the way out I ran into Tracy Murray the organizer of the Fringe Festival, a lovely woman from Edinburgh. We got chatting away and the gig was most likely going to be pushed back later to ensure a good crowd. No bother, I said. Dinner was at 18:30, free meal in the future… delighted, I headed off to find a place to work out a set. It was a bit after four and I was in Ballinamore.

Walked up and down the streets, called into a pub where a band was rocking away to a good crowd, meandered up the street a bit more, then walked back the way and found the pub I would be gigging at that evening. Lawrence’s. Was a dark auld style pub, a good country pub, there was a few locals in, I took a seat at the bar, ordered a Guinness and took out my notebook. Pints were €3.90. It was nice to be back in the country.

I worked away on a set; Fintan Harvey landed in, a comedian from Derry, and the organizer of the gig. He was off for a kip, had been a late one the night before. I kept drinking in Lawrence’s. Was a good pint. The Racing was on, I had no money to bet, but horse racing is a great backdrop for drinking.

I can sit at the bar and pretend what it would have been like if I had gone with my gut, ran down to the bookies and put a bet on the horse that had just won, the 40-1 horse, that had fallen in 5 out of 5 previous races… ‘I knew it! I fucking knew it, the horse was talking to me! I knew it: ‘Terminally Useless’, 40-1, I’ll remember that name for the future. If I had put a tenner on her I would have four hundred and ten quid in my pocket right now… For fuck sake! Always go with your first instinct! Oh, ‘Dangerously Doubtful’ is getting 26-1…? 

It was easy to keep myself entertained in a Lawrence’s, the banter was flying around the shop, horses running like hell on the screen, pints going down swimmingly.

I had three pints, a few chats with the locals, fella named Frank who knew a few from Connemara, ‘good people down that way’, he said. My big smiley Clifden head agreed.

Half 6 came around, I headed down to McGirl’s Barn, (named after John Joe McGirl), where dinner was being served; rice and chicken was on the menu. The food was delicious. I hadn’t eaten yet and went back for seconds and thirds. Can’t beat a bit a soakage. There were bands playing the whole time, was an energetic atmosphere, animated to

Met up with a few of the other comedians. Mark Cahill, Emmanuel Emman Idama, and Waki were on the bill. Around 9 we all headed down to Lawrence’s with a good crowd following. At 9:30 the gig kicked off to a packed pub. An eclectic crown of locals, rockers and comedians were in, old and young. Fintan Harvey kicked off the night. I was on next…

With a good applause and few old fellas chatting at the bar, I took the stage and had some banter. Frank was chatting away, we had a laugh, the wavy crowd chilled out; was good craic, an enjoyable gig, Got Em’ Laughing in Leitrim. I’d gotten my first fringe festival performance of the year, in Ballinamore.

The crowd was up for it and the other lads did well, laughs and pints were flying around the shop, an up beat vibe lingered the whole night.

With a looming journey back to Dublin, we headed for the door. With hands shook, best wishes wished, and pints finished, my first gig in Leitrim was complete. 16 more counties to go…

“Ballinamore Free Fringe Festival is an Irish local voluntary non profit organization solely dedicated to promoting Community & cultural diversity through the arts.  We fundamentally believe that facilitating freedom of creative expression, especially for young people, will help to refocus our concerns and positively connect communities.

 Our aims are not only to promote & encourage local and national, amateur/professional and multicultural talent in all its diverse forms. Particularly to facilitate free performance space and therefore inspire communities to embrace & celebrate the wealth of talent that exists all around them.

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Sometimes, You Want to Punch the Elephant in the Room


Reached that moment this evening as every comedian does, where he or she would just love to get down off the stage, and punch a particular audience member (or group for that matter), in the face. Reigning blows until their teeth wiggle loose from their head – blood flying all over the shop – chaos unleashed – a comedic coliseum coming to life in front of a small audience of foreigners. I digress.

I didn’t lose it, but… sometimes you just want to punch the elephant in the room.

A fine specimen from Dublin was in The Bachelor Comedy Lounge this evening and he was chirping away the whole evening with his cronies, a bona fide bombardier this guy. Spewing out senseless drivel through his boorish flytrap. These levels of idiocy can’t be tamed with either intelligence or violence. An afflicted human conundrum; creatures doing their best to have whatever affect they can, befuddled negativity mostly; they’re angry at the world and they plan on voicing it, and fair play to them, they must let the world know that they’re still there… obliviously searching in the dark for the illusive soap box.

To be honest, they could afford pints, they were drinking away, feet up, glaring through dead eyes as I stood there sober, broke, once again bringing my funny thoughts to an indifferent crowd, being tried and tested before a malevolent judge and jury of a few heathens mindlessly wrecking the buzz for the rest of the audience. It was great craic!

I bantered with them back and forth, going after them a bit, most of it going over their heads, shutting them up in spots. Leading to the inevitable threat of bodily harm, the dreaded left foot. These drunken buffoons were out for their own laugh, and with the aid of alcohol they could have that laugh in their own world, why they chose to come to a comedy club is beyond me… must have been the cheap drink. Latching onto their fleeting moments to be the one’s in the spotlight poking fun, they acted out their parts, completely lost in their own ignorance and animosity.

In these scenarios there’s no sense in getting angry, unless you’re going to go all out, and completely ruin the show. For half hearted aggression and/or cynicism only fuels the fire that they run on, the combustible engines that they are, and violence only breeds’ violence, this is my belief any way.

So where does one go? Play them off each other? Use the rest of the bewildered audience against them? Divide and conquer?

Bitter acknowledgment is usually perilous, only ignites them more. Ignoring them does the same, and as a comedian biting ones tongue is not a strong suit. So one’s backed into a corner, and the obvious easy solution to instigate and create a situation is there, nagging, like a midge raping your ear, but comedy is not held in an octagon for a reason… and it’s up to the comedian to use his or her wit and keep the peace.

One’s wits get tested regularly, nightly, a comedians morals and principles are constantly put on display, unforeseen scenarios introduced where these traits of one’s self are thrust under the microscope, beliefs and characteristics investigated, live, in front of the public eye, for free.

Is he going to break?”

 “Is he going to snap?”

 “Is he going to lose it and go mental?”

 “Shut the fuck up!!!”

 These questions rattling around in the audience’s head as two worlds collide live, on display, right in front of them. Tension building, toes clenching, breaths shortening, reality coming full swing in a comedic escapade. Laughs waiting to explode out of people’s timid guts: the anticipation, crescendo, climax… it’s all there. A Shakespearean play in front of your eyes, is it a tragedy or a comedy? Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

The gig was saved, laughs were had, no bloodshed or punches thrown. This, ladies and gentleman, is why comedy’s such a uniquely exceptional experience and why everyone should go out and support live comedy, experience a laugh, sometimes, at another person’s expense… it’s always interesting. Where else are you going to see an elephant in a room…?

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

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“Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” craics the funny bone!

Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” craics the funny bone!

Last night, the 25th of October, was the last night of the “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” comedy night. Awe (pause for emotion)…

For the last two years Garvey’s has been the premier open mic night in Galway, and now it’s time for greener pastures, like everyone’s first dog.

Was a class auld evening, candles were lit, the postage stamp stage was in the spotlight, the audience tingling with anticipation and the usual suspects were in, i.e. Dermot Roche, John O’ Hare, Danny O’ Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan, Johnny Graham, my self, and Paul Marsh had his first and last performance on the Garvey’s stage.

The charity Canteen was in and they raised the roof of the night. Canteen‘s a great cause that supports teenagers with cancer (http://www.canteen.ie/).

As comedians got up and down, the clock ticked closer to the end and after I finished up the night with the crowd pleasing “Wank to Finish” and “Uterus Man” jokes, the curtains closed.

Thankfully, through all the sentimentality, people were able to back their tears… though John O’ Hare did go on a hugging spree, but it would’ve been strange if he hadn’t.

The charity made off with ample donations, the comedians got laughs, pints and craic were had, belly laughs were plentiful, all and all it was a wonderful way to close the doors to “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s”.

Do not fret comedy goers, like the saying goes: when one door closes a new one opens and the one that opens will be “Unhinged”. The “Unhinged” Comedy Club will be starting on the 8th of November downstairs in The Cellar Bar. It’s going to be a weekly gig, held every week… on Thursdays. There’s going to be local sponsors, prizes and drink given out to the audience members, and of course, top notch stand up comedy for all to enjoy. The night is going to be a €5 in, and comedians from all over the country will be gracing this new comedy clubs stage.

Before I go, thanks to everyone who supported “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” over the past two years and made the night the “Comical Comicality” that it was. Comical Comicality…? Ah alliteration. Hope to see you all in The Cellar.


Hectically Gigging Away Like a Mad Man

Hectically Gigging Away Like a Mad Man

Has been a hectic October in 2012, the last couple weeks I’ve been all over the shop, gigging away like a mad man.

The life on the road for a comedian leaves a lot to be desired. It’s not the pleasure filled experience one might think. The journey lacks any and all of the rock star qualities associated to ‘the road’. In fact the hardest task is to not drink oneself unconscious while passing the hours of down time before taking the stage, to a crowd that you hope has been doing exactly that for the whole evening.

Any who…

Was back in The International Comedy Club for the Craic Attack Comedy Competition, which was a night to forget. Damien Clarke was the evenings MC and he was in great form, getting the skeptical audience of nine laughing. There were nine comedians performing on the night, so it was an even playing field. I did 7-minutes and rushed off (before the results were calculated) to get the bus back to Galway. To my knowledge nobody got through on the night, the voting ballots must have been misplaced…

Was down in Limerick for the Seafoid comedy night in the Blind Pig. Was a cool pub, good atmosphere, though the comedians were somewhat thrown to the wolves, for the stage was plopped right in the middle of the hectic pub. The hustle and bustle of the people moving around the pub made for some interesting audience interaction throughout my set. Had a good gig, did 30-minutes and got some big laughs talking about love and the male ego, and how the two collide from time to time to make for some tense situations. There was a couple, or what I perceived to be a couple in the corner of the stage; the girl was laughing away and the guy seemed a bit uneasy about the subject matter, he was playing it cool and I was messing with his vibe… My bad.

On the Sunday I had my second appearance on the Comedy Cocktails stage at Busker Brownes in Galway. The audience seemed confused as to what was going on, so I figured I would go up and try out some new bits about recent visits to the psychologist and how I lost my virginity, all of which went down to muffled responses. There was a lesbian couple in the front row; they were at each other throughout my set; sucking the faces off each other so they were! I had to comment, I made a reference to yokes, which lead to some playful banter and ended with them calling me gay… Surely they’re the one’s who… Gotta love the uncomfortable laughs.

Crowbar Comedy was on the road in Naas, Co. Kildare, in Kavanagh’s Pub. The pub was packed out, the mic was broken, awkwardness in the air, but the show went on. I was up first and was greeted warmly; there was a crowd of Spanish up front that were having a great time for themselves, not sure who they were laughing at, but… The jokes went down well, Danny O’Hanlon and Kenny Gaughan hit form, and Johnny Graham brought the house down. Was the first time gigging in Naas and sure, I would be happy to go back. The night was packed out, and even though sound was an issue, the night went down swimmingly.

I was back in Ned Keenan’s Comedy Club to a much different atmosphere than my first appearance; was good craic nonetheless. Cheap drink, a few cheap laughs, and a room full of comedians, the punch lines were flying around the place! The rooms spirits were down for Germany had just finished spanking Ireland 6-1 when the gig started, which took from the nights atmosphere, it’s never a good felling when your country gets bent over by a group of Germans… My stuff went down like a hypodermic needle in NA, got a few laughs, but the head was not in it and it showed, I felt like Edward Norton when he kicks the shit out of himself in Fight Club. At least he left with a computer.

To top it all of I had my first Capital Comedy Club appearance. Was a stormy auld Sunday night in Dublin, so punters were scarce. Did a 7-minute spot, Al Porter MC’d in only the way he can. FJ Murray and Matt Saddlier were in, and Colm O’ Regan headlined to an eclectic crowd consisting of a few Galwegians, a few from the North, and an English/Indian hen night that got lost and found throughout the show. There were even a few Germans in, who graciously handled being at the butt end of a good few jokes. Laughing away, the Germans took it on the chin and rolled with the punches, like Enda Kenny does when he speaks to Angela Merkel…

By the end of all that I got back on a crowded bus, ended up sitting next to a girl who was coughing like a banshee suffering from the plague. The harrowing red clock that looms over all bus passengers continues to haunt my dreams; taunting me as the inflamed clock makes a two and half hour journey back to Galway seem like a never-ending episode of the Twilight Zone.

All and all it was great craic! What can I say; I’m a glutton for punishment. Thanks to everyone who had me in,

All the Best,

Connor McDonough-Flynn



“Got Em’ Laughing” at The International Comedy Club…

“Got Em’ Laughing” at The International Comedy Club

The first Inter gig has come and gone, and the yearning for the next gig has set in. The hardest part of being a comedian is being able to be a comedian, and the main ingredients in the comedian recipe are: stage time and an audience, The International had an ample supply of both.

The night started off a bit chaotic, after a botched gig that never happened, I hurried my way to Wicklow Street for my second booked gig of the evening. I rushed up the stairs and was met by Danny O’ Brien, the evenings MC; thankfully there was time to compose myself, get a pint, and have a few smokes before my 7-minute open spot.

Johnny Candon closed the first half in flying form, leaving an audience member on the floor after they fell off their stool…

The Inter is a daunting venue, the place was wedged, and the audience is right on top of the stage, which makes for a class atmosphere, and what makes the International such a superb venue for comedy.

The history of the place got the butterflies fluttering in the stomach, the nerves were tangible in an exciting fashion; I would’ve rendered myself deceased if they weren’t…

Danny O’ Brien kicked off the second half, got the audience going and introduced my goofy head to a boisterous welcome; I took the stage and found form and “Got Em Laughing”…

I started off well, gauged the audience, moved on to the ‘Buses’ bit, which went down well and allowed me to quiet down some chatty old one’s from Essex who were chirping away at the corner of the stage. ‘Lassie’ went down a treat. I ended with ‘Guns in Ireland’ and walked off stage to the audience’s applause, delighted with the evening’s events.

The evening’s headliner Jarlath Regan complimented my short set with a handshake as he prepared to take the stage.

Was a fantastic night, thanks to Aidan Bishop for giving me a spot, can’t wait to get back on The International Comedy Club’s stage, was a pleasure filled experience, just like…

The International is on 23 Wicklow Street, Dublin 2, Dublin, Ireland. If you haven’t been in you’re missing out, there’s 5-comedy shows a week (Thurs, Fri, Sat and Sun), call in to see the stars and the up and coming stars of Irish comedy perform live!


First International Appearance This Thursday

My first International Comedy Club appearance is around the corner, and the painstaking task of shortening one’s set to fit into the confines of 7-minutes is proving to be a harder than anticipated. Shortening my set is something I never enjoy, for having the freedom to go with the flow of the joke and the audience’s response is a luxury that I relish.

However, cuts, snips and alterations will be made; this process could easily become a make over show: “Joke Make Overs” on RTE…? Perhaps too much of a stretch… Too edgy for RTE… I am sure nobody wants to hear about my deliberation on whether or not to include my ‘Shake That Ass’ bit; a seemingly minimal decision, but the joke really does tie the set together… Call in on the night to see my verdict on the ‘Shake That Ass’ bit, live!

I am playing the International Comedy Club this Thursday, the 20th of September, which means I will be away from “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” for the evening, but do not fret, the night will be conducted by a more than capable Danny O’ Hanlon.

So if you are in Dublin call into the International Comedy Club, in the International Bar on 23 Wicklow St, Dublin 2, Dublin, Ireland. Doors are at 8:30pm, and tickets are €10/€8.

And if you’re in Galway call into “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” in Garvey’s Hotel & Bar in Eyre Square, Galway. Doors are at 9:30pm, and entry is FREE!


Great Gig @ Ned Keenan’s Comedy Club

Was a packed house at Ned Keenan’s Comedy Club in The Maple Hotel in Dublin.

Ned Keenan’s is a comfy back room venue; the audience is right in the comedian’s face, which always makes for a great atmosphere, especially for the comedians.

The crowd was an eclectic mix of touristas, locals and other people of various backgrounds that I have no idea about… There was a gang of Australians, some Brazilians, and no Germans… The German reference is relevant to one of my jokes, and sadly there were no Germans in to listen to me make fun of them… Always a bummer, I am going to have to bring a German with me to every gig for comedic purposes.

Any who…

It was an enjoyable evening. Jake Bourke was the Master of Ceremonies, and a masterful performance was performed… Then Donnchadh Mac An Ghoill came up after rolling barrels in the basement. Other comedians included Paul Marsh, Gary Woods, Mark Townsend, Ciaran McIntyre, Maxine Jones, Ger Divine… And myself Connor McDonough-Flynn… I think that was everyone…

I was happy with my set; it was another nervous tirade about stuff that I find funny, got em’ laughing, though the show was lacking Germans…

Ned Keenan’s is a great spot, cheap drink, an auld country Connemara vibe in the middle of Gardiner Street Lower in Dublin; a great room for comedy. The sweat was pouring and the laughs were flying and bouncing and… Whatever laughs do they did that…

Ned Keenan’s Comedy Club is on every Friday from 21:00-00:30 in The Maple Hotel, 74-75 Lower Gardiner Street, Dublin 1 Dublin, Ireland. It’s free entry and the craic is mighty, thanks for having me in.

Crowbar Comedy’s last night went down a treat and slammed the Townhouse door shut!

Crowbar Comedy 30th JulyThe Galway Fringe Festival was a smash hit for Crowbar Comedy! The Crowbar Crew (Danny O’Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan, Johnny Graham, Connor McDonough-Flynn) performed to tremendously jovial audiences upstairs in the Townhouse Bar for 2 ½ weeks!!!

The night started off a bit shaky, but in the end the seats were full and the comedy train plowed merrily along.  It took a bit more to get the tired Sunday crowd going, there seemed to be a few sore heads in the audience, but the age-old belief that laughter cures all soreness…? Was proven true… I think that’s a saying anyway? If it’s not it, it is now!

The Crowbar Crew (Danny O’Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan, Johnny Graham, Connor McDonough-Flynn) all hit form. Danny O’Hanlon started the race… Kenny Gaughan cam around the second corner, Connor McDonough-Flynn around the third corner after the break, and Johnny Graham took care of the final stretch… The Galway Races have started today, thus the horse racing references…

The Special Guest on the night was Sean Nolan who had strong set, in his own reserved fashion. He had the audience befuddled and laughing, and ended his set with his trusty guitar… And some introspective poetry…

That’s it for the Crowbar Crew for now… Was an amazing couple of weeks in the Townhouse Bar, fairplay to all the audience members and comedians, every night was an absolute pleasure! Look out for The Crowbar Crew (Danny O’Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan, Johnny Graham, Connor McDonough-Flynn) in the future; the lads are going to continue to make waves in the Irish Comedy Scene.

Was another rip-raging good time at Crowbar Comedy in The Townhouse Bar!!!

Crowbar Comedy CrowdThe Crowbar Crew (Danny O’Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan, Johnny Graham, Connor McDonough-Flynn) all hit flying form and had the audience in stitches laughing.

The show was almost infiltrated by the mad laugher (who will remain unnamed), but after some intense moments, the show went on unfazed, and went swimmingly to say the least.

The Special Guest on the night was John Sheehan and he had a class set about relationship problems, his favorite films, and how old people are keeping up with modern technology…

The line up was strong once again on the evening; the audience was up for a laugh, and laugh they did. I’d imagine they’re still laughing… At something else probably…

Crowbar Comedy’s last show is thus Sunday, the 29th of July, the Special Guest is Sean Nolan, and the lads are going to send the Fringe Festival off with a flurry of laughter. The tickets are a wallet-friendly €3, and the comedy is not to be missed!

Crowbar Comedy Strikes again! Without an empire…

Crowbar Comedy 26th July 2012

Crowbar Comedy in Galway

Was a rip-roaring good time at The Townhouse tonight, the Crowbar Comedy Crew (Danny O’Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan, Johnny Graham, Connor McDonough-Flynn) did themselves and the Galway Fringe Festival proud performing to another packed house of 60+!

The Audience tonight was more than up for it, from the get go they were on the edge of their seats, giving it loads, and laughing like hyenas.

Connor McDonough-Flynn started the night off with a bang… Danny O’Hanlon followed up with a left hook… Then Kenny Gaughan with the right hook… And Johnny Graham finished the night with the knockout punch…

Johnny brought the mad-squealing laugher Owen (a Fringe Volunteer) on stage for his song “Great Little Tractor”, and the audience was left wet with laughter. Owen’s laugh, we’ll call it unique, had been prominent throughout the show and I imagine it’s still haunting the room at this very moment…

The nights Special Guest Danny Dowling flew all the way in from Headford for the gig and had a great set. Talking about his favorite child, smoking wacky, and dealing with monsters, it was a very enjoyable set.

All the performers on the night played an absolute blinder, it was a class night of comedy.

Crowbar Comedy is back on Friday the 27th of July, with Special Guest John Sheehan, the tickets are a budget friendly €3; it’s a show not to be missed!

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