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SORRY I HURT YOUR SON (SAID MY EX TO MY MUM)

★★★★

Soho Theatre

SORRY I HURT YOUR SON (SAID MY EX TO MY MUM)

Soho Theatre

★★★★

“his genuine humour and irreverent style keep the piece feeling fresh”

James Barr’s I’m Sorry I Hurt Your Son (Said My Ex to My Mum) arrives at Soho Theatre with the confidence of a show that has already lived many lives. Following more than 130 performances since its Edinburgh Fringe debut in 2024, it’s slick, assured, and clearly battle-tested.

He doesn’t quite start there, though. The opening feels rushed, as Barr races through his first vignette without fully letting the audience catch up or settle into the rhythm of his delivery. It’s a slightly nervous beginning, but a short-lived one. Within ten minutes, he visibly relaxes; the pacing evens out, the laughs land more confidently, and by the final third he’s even laughing at himself, leaning into the material with a sense of ease that feels both earned and infectious.

The show sits firmly within the now-familiar “comedy about trauma” mode that has gained traction since Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette. Barr even nods toward this lineage, referencing legal advice he received about naming and shaming the source of his trauma so he doesn’t get Baby Reindeer-ed. But while the structure may feel recognisable, his genuine humour and irreverent style keep the piece feeling fresh rather than slipping into mimicry.

At its core, this is a show about an abusive relationship. Barr recounts his four years with “Alex”, beginning with a rom-com-worthy meet-cute that rises to first love before slowly unraveling.

As a self-described hopeless romantic, he speaks candidly about wanting to “prove” his worth as a gay man within heteronormative frameworks, both to his mother, the emotionally unavailable Colleen, and to himself. When Colleen receives a Christmas card from Alex with the phrase ‘I’m sorry I hurt your son’ in it, her first response to comment on his lovely handwriting. The mother-son dynamic is one of the show’s more subtle motifs, but does wonders for hinting at the wider context in which Barr’s romantic life has unfolded.

If that sounds a bit heavy, there’s no need to fear. There are sharp jokes throughout, with a particular emphasis on gags about the royals, but the humour never feels incidental. Instead, it functions as a kind of emotional choreography: moments of vulnerability are carefully followed by punchlines, ensuring the audience is never left too long in discomfort. As Barr himself puts it, the laughs are never far away.

This balancing act is key to the show’s success. Barr seems intent on recreating, within an hour, the emotional whiplash of an abusive relationship; drawing the audience into moments of tension before offering relief. The result is that, despite the heavy subject matter (including the sobering statistic that 1 in 3 LGBTQ+ people experience abusive relationships), the evening never tips into bleakness. There are even detours into absurdity – German piss parties among them – that keep the tone buoyant and the audience consistently laughing throughout.

Those familiar with Barr from Hits Radio or his podcast A Gay and a Non-Gay might expect high-energy, irreverent banter. What they get instead is something more layered. As he wryly notes, he’s “doing trauma now”, much like Beyonce is doing country! But crucially, he’s doing it with warmth, humour, and in his own personal style.



SORRY I HURT YOUR SON (SAID MY EX TO MY MUM)

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 12th April 2026

by Amber Woodward


 

 

 

 

SORRY I HURT YOUR SON

SORRY I HURT YOUR SON

SORRY I HURT YOUR SON

DREAMWEAVERS

★★★

Soho Theatre

DREAMWEAVERS

Soho Theatre

★★★

“a solid sketch show full of silly stuff”

Imagine a machine that puts your dreams on display in the middle of Soho for a hundred or so greedy audience members to peruse and cackle at over a pint. Sounds like a nightmare? Well Siblings Comedy are pitching it as a night out at the theatre!

A colander adorned with coloured fairy lights sits on a stool in the centre of the stage in front of a rack full of lab coats. We’re about to become participants in a clinical trial, with some attendees ominously asked to sign NDAs as they take their seats. The colander is actually a dream reading machine, which the awkward and bumbling scientist Gargle (Marina Bye) has been developing for years. He’s interrupted repeatedly in his introduction by the chaotic sound (Charlie Beveridge) and lighting (Lily Woodford-Lewis) sequence advertising his invention with the gravitas usually reserved for movie trailers. Gargle is supported in his mission by an aggressively chipper intern (Maddy Bye), a hapless long-term work experiencer whose main responsibilities are to bring Gargle back from distracted rants about his personal life and stop him requesting that someone on the front row get him a Five Guys.

Together, this dynamic duo run the clinical trial, sending the helmet to various audience members to reveal what’s inside their sleepy subconscious. Old favourites like not knowing your lines feature alongside whackier examples like a monarch deciding whether to behead or bed her jesters. Many audience members get to have their dreams ‘read’, but are mostly not asked to actively participate. The two lucky attendees who are invited on stage are given a deserved and hearty round of applause for managing to dance with the cumbersome and ill-behaved helmet on.

A rat turned tech freelancer gets a few opportunities to jump in verbally, but it’s just the two writers and performers of Siblings Comedy (real life sisters!) holding fort on stage under Dan Wye’s direction. Their rapport and comic timing as character actors is proven to be fine-tuned as they jump from sketch to sketch, bringing particular absurd hilarity to a pair of squabbling religious healers from the Deep South. Laughs are built up from Gargle’s consistent mispronunciations and the pair’s use of stupidity to argue with stupidity, and the song-writing is impressive in its pacey stacking of jokes. But for a show with the infinite world of dreaming at its fingertips – and a promise of the surreal – it erred on the side of predictable. You could see the cruder punchlines from a mile off, particularly the ones about unexpected appearances from Grandma. ‘Corpsing’ was relied on a little too soon and too frequently, so that in a few instances it felt like we were waiting for them to stop laughing, rather than the other way around.

It’s a solid sketch show full of silly stuff, and navigated confidently by the cast, but for a show about subconscious illusions there’s something truly bizarre missing.

 



DREAMWEAVERS

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 25th February 2026

by Jessica Hayes

Photography by Dylan Woodley


 

 

 

 

DREAMWEAVERS

DREAMWEAVERS

DREAMWEAVERS