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Somewhat ironically, #StandUpPoet Greg Byron was finding it difficult to stand up at his opening Fringe gig at the Green Man, having been struck down by the worst pain he has ever had, sciatica. As he said, it “puts a new spin on having the nerve to be here…” Thankfully Byron is a pro and a trouper having performed in the US, Australia, New Zealand and Japan as well as hosting his #StandUpPoet podcast, and he rallied brilliantly, entertaining a small crowd with his ready wit and thought-provoking poetry.


As a performer of a certain age - he had childhood memories from the 1970s - he certainly struck a chord with many of us as he read poems offering advice to his 16-year-old self and presented some moving reflections on memory and the “layby effect” that can leave us “stranded in the present tense, grasping for sense”, our college years “unravelling like a scarf” and even a loving relationship dissipating into a “vapour trail”.


The evening was far from downbeat however with Byron frequently coming out with brilliant one-liners, and sharing his excellent “two-word horror shows” such as “eye contact”, “team building”, “they’re here!” and disturbingly (and surely only on a bad day), “Fringe Festival”.


We also got to hear his accomplished 55-word stories performed against a rich soundtrack conjuring up everything from a heady Saturday night at a coastal town to a busy washing machine. These sound effects added a welcome extra dimension to his act. 


Byron’s wit and curiosity about life shone through and led to some interesting discussions amongst the audience afterwards. We left moved, amused and educated. As your trusty reviewer, I did have to check out one of his assertions - that the distance between one’s wrist and elbow equals the length of one’s foot. Correct! Apparently it is all to do with the Fibonacci sequence. It’s good to know that for all our human frailties, we are in some ways pretty perfect!


Stephanie Billen


Edinburgh Fringe 2019

Stand-Up Poet

Greg Byron

Low Down

Masterful poetry and much more from a wordsmith par excellence.



Last year Greg Byron, the alter ego of Fringe doyen Gavin Robertson, was angry.  Which meant he was awake.  Twelve months on and he’s still awake and still angry.  Still firing out words like bullets from a machine gun.  Fast, fiery, punchy, on target.  As he says, if you’re not angry, you’re not awake.


Stand-Up Poet is a tour de force follow-up to Byron’s very successful and well-received 2018 show, Words.  Naturally, words remain the centre piece of this year’s wonderfully entertaining and painfully funny show – he’s a poet, so you’d expect that.


And what a lexicon we got covering subjects that came and went in the blinking of an eye.  We had letters to America from both their so-called special partner (us, the UK) and France, the latter delivered with a comedic accent and a dose of irony that was as funny as it was (worryingly) accurate.  Brexit got a bit of a bashing as did a certain orange hued (or “artistically tanned”, as Byron prefers) gentleman in the White House.  US gun laws took a pasting and general inequality hit his radar, yet it wasn’t all about politics, politicians or topical social issues.


We got wacky ideas like what life would be like run in reverse, the daft advertising slogans that somehow get fixed in our heads and a lament to the recently “deceased” Mars rover (it sent back data for 14 years instead of its expected nine months).  And there was a heartfelt, poignant piece about plastic pollution together with a reflective take on what a simple photograph can convey.


But, whilst it’s clear on which side of the political and social divide he falls, Byron never rams his views down his audience’s throat.  Instead, he gently eases us around to his way of thinking, deploying his impressive lexicon to construct verse that twists and turns through humour, on to the serious point he wants to (almost subliminally) impart and then back to the humour again.

This is a show that oozes quality through every pore and stands out for three reasons : Bryon’s use of words, his delivery and his empathy with his audience.


Words.  There’s a waterfall of them, all woven neatly into micro stories (his running gag of the “two word horror show” was right on the money), mini-stories (a series of fifty-five word poems which were clever, pithy and funny) through to stories told in prose or neat stanzas, with subtle varieties in terms of metering and rhyming patterns that draw one’s attention to the kernel of the piece he is relating.  And the stories themselves are clever, often funny and/or tinged with pathos and really make you think.


Delivery.  Byron has the perfect storytelling voice.  Rich in tone, flicking effortlessly through the accents, careful use of intonation, modulation, inventive use of “pace and space” and he never misses or wastes a consonant or a vowel – everything is crystal clear.  And his comic timing is sublime.  From one-liners to full blown stories, he knows just where to accelerate, where to place the pause and for how long, before releasing the punch line, allowing the audience time to appreciate and digest it.


Audience. Byron made us a part of the show.  There was no fourth wall.  His rapport with the audience was natural, real and engaging.  His enthusiasm for his art is infectious and it was like he was playing the show to you and you alone.  It became a personal, immersive, stimulating and rewarding experience.


This is an absolute belter of a show, a “must see” in fact, for the reasons I outline above.  As I reluctantly wandered out into another dank Edinburgh evening I felt refreshed, rejuvenated, my mind buzzing with the hypotheses Byron aired and the stories he’d told.  An hour in which every word counted.  How often can you say that?


Published by Tim Wilcock


At: Treasury 1860 – March 9th 2019 – 8pm – 5 stars

Review by Gary Clarke

Greg Byron a.k.a Gavin Robertson is a fully licenced wordsmith. A man with a brilliant turn of phrase. For this show we were comfortably seated in the front bar of the Treasury 1860 venue sucking down expensive beers (No wonder they call it The Treasury!)


Greg sauntered in wearing a Lord Byronesque dress coat and launched into a tome on social awareness. He tells how soporific our narcissistic lives have become through social media as the world goes to pot. Because if you’re not angry – are you awake?


Better spoken than read is Greg’s motto when referring to his art and I certainly concur. His delivery is sharp and witty and the nuances of tone, intonation, timing, body language and facial cues give canyons of depth to what is already scintillating wordplay. I note touches of John Cooper Clarke in Greg’s style but our Mr Byron displays a tad more eloquent stage craft than his fellow word warrior.

Our Bard has done it hard. Trying to make a living as a poet has never been easy but few people can put together rhyming couplets so meaningfully as he. Yet so much of Greg’s material could easily be delivered rap style and if he was of a different era he could be makin’ a killin’ with verses that are chillin’. But hey this guy is far more subtle and real for all that hype. He is just not the type ! If you listen to Greg he gets in to your head and before too long you will be rhyming along.

For an hour that night our host utilised his poetic licence to take us away with words through his way with words.


If you love to listen to someone who has mastered his lexiconic craft.  A purveyor of words and language that delight the ear and feed the soul then Greg Byron speaks to you. He is a man with no tickets on himself but you should grab some tickets for yourself.


Poetic Licence starts suddenly, with Greg Byron getting into the show immediately. He greets the audience and interacts with them throughout, aided by the Treasury 1860 front bar’s cosy setting.
The show covers topics as varied as Donald Trump, Margaret Thatcher, gun control, and Brexit – while still finding room to take a brief poetic detour to encompass Doctor Who. Byron tests spoken word limits in a variety of direction as he shows humour and seriousness as needed to discuss important current affairs.
It’s a treat for the audience to be directed through so many topics and engaged so fully. Byron effortlessly communicates with the audience and though audience involvement may be a thing of terror for a great many, here you are in the hands of someone who knows exactly how far to take it and exactly how best to elicit the desired responses.
The performance was fast-paced, kept the audience’s interest, and when it was over left everyone wanting more. With a great variety of subjects and an interesting take on them all, this performance feels too quickly finished, and when that is the only criticism, you know the show is a good one.
Byron shows his talent in wordplay and pushing language to achieve things both insightful and impressive, often at once. He eschews expectation and can take the audience down an unexpected pathway to the delight of all in the audience. He seems to go well beyond simple wordplay and achieve some sort of word experiment that never fails to yield something worthwhile.
If you are interested in trying a spoken word performance and not yet done so, Greg Byron’s Poetic Licence is an excellent place to start.

Words by Liam McNally

5 stars


by Steve Davis

To spend an hour at Greg Byron in Poetic Licence is to spend an hour experiencing what entertainment must have been like in the presence of a troubadour in an Elizabethan court. And by this I do not mean this show is an olde worlde confection, but rather it is a contemporary experience of having a poet distill issues of the day with disarming and delightful wordplay.

From anger over the state of the environment and world politics to the wonder of relationships and science, many topics and themes are covered as Gavin Robinson’s Greg Byron regales his audience with wit, warmth, and the occasional cringe.

Greg is an engaging character, dressed in fine costumery, with poetry in hand and a wink in the eye, who engages his audience as he recites his poetry with Thespian flourish.

If you have an aversion to rhyming couplets, you might find this show hard going but if anybody could restore your faith in this style of poetry it would be Greg Byron. His poetry needs to be heard and he brings it to life with beautiful variations in pace and tone.

Because Greg has the ability to modify his “set list” each night, do not let him leave before he performs his poem about an 82 year old man reflecting on life. In this work, we see the world reflected in a stranger’s eyes and in doing so we touch many common truths about being human.


This actor of greathearted heft
Is worthy of an hour’s theft
So go no more a-roving friend
Until your ears have given lend
To this fine man, to his fine verse
For he’ll reward your open purse


Genre: Comedy, Spoken Word, Theatre

Venue: Assembly Mound Place


Low Down

Wordshow is a show about words.  Lots of words.  Clever words, funny words, dry words, sardonic words.  Words, words, words.  Comedy for thinking people.



Greg Byron, the alter ego of Fringe doyen Gavin Robertson, is angry.  Which means he’s awake.  And firing out words like bullets from a machine gun.  Fast, fiery, punchy, on target.  What do you mean, you’re not angry?  Are you awake?

Wide awake is the one thing you need to be at Byron’s latest Fringe epic, Wordshow, which does exactly what it suggests in its title.  It’s a show full of words.  Lots of words. Clever words, funny words, dry words, sardonic words.  Words, words, words.


Wordshow is a collection of seemingly unrelated stories, mostly delivered through lyrical, expressive poems but occasionally through the simple spoken word.  But, if you listen hard enough, there’s a theme.

Subjects come and go in the blinking of an eye.  We had letters to and from America, Trump given a hard time and Brexit bashed, together with an airing of the injustice in what Byron sees as the growing inequality inherent in many Western economies.  But the political scepticism, cynicism even, is never rammed down the audience’s throat, largely due to his extensive lexicon which allows him to construct verse that twists and turns through humour, on to the serious point he then subliminally imparts and then back to the humour again.


Byron’s comic timing is impeccable.  He knows just where to accelerate the delivery, exactly where to place the pause and for how long, before releasing the punch line into the auditorium and allowing the audience time to digest and then appreciate it.

There are stories about himself as an adolescent, his family as it developed, Galileo and possibly the most interesting poem ever written about mathematics which looked at Fibonacci theory.  The Charge of the Bank Brigade was brief and bloody and his lexicological dexterity was further demonstrated with a series of fifty-five word pieces on completely disparate topics.

That’s Byron’s strength.  He sees a topic that might yield a poem or story and then researches it in meticulous detail before producing final verse that not only entertains but also informs.  And his agile mind sees connections between subjects beyond the ken of most practitioners of this art form which enables him to produce segue ways that somehow bind the evening together.


Words are most definitely the star in this truly excellent hour of storytelling.  You could tell from the buzz as the packed audience reluctantly filtered its way out into another dank Edinburgh evening that they felt refreshed, rejuvenated, minds buzzing with the hypotheses Byron aired and the stories he’d told.  Rarely have I heard the spoken word deliver so much with so little apparent effort.  But every word clearly matters to Byron.  As he said up-front, if you’re not angry, are you awake?

An excellent show for people who like their comedy to make them think.



Published by Tim Wilcock



There's literary earnestness at Writers’ Week and rowdy theatrical hi-jinx at the Unearthly Garden.


But in the quiet centre of town in a rather streamlined and elegant bar where people can sit in comfort with a fine wine or cocktail and some yummy hot nibbles, there is Greg Byron, performance poet.


He’s a wonderful wandering bard and, of course, there’s no better bard space than a bar space.

Byron rolls up in a wonderful costume, waistcoat and long buttoned dress coat, very period and English and also very warm.

He’s here from the UK under the umbrella of the Joanne Hartstone season so one knows he has class.


He has a little black book which is full of his poems. He picks and chooses among them, sizing up his audience and the mood of the moment. He skips over Brexit poems and things he deems dark and dull. The US election, there’s a spot of fun. He reads a poem about the orange man. He has a poem about British political apathy, but he can’t be bothered to read it.

The audience is liking him already.


He’s a personable poet and has something of the actor about him. It turns out that he has had an acting career but that he has chosen life as a troubadour of rhyme and perhaps reason.

His poems have a bit of a satiric edge to them. A political whammy sometimes. Whimsy. Wit. Nostalgia. Surprise, surprise, even a Fibonacci poem. That feels like a first. It’s a ripper.


There’s an Attenborough poem, an eco-poem on the polluted sea, a Postcard from the Beach in Spring and there are recorded sound effects operated by Anna Thomas, behind the bar of Treasury 1860.


Just for variety, he throws in some prose.


It is easy to settle back and let Byron regale with his North England accent.

Greg Byron is his character name. The actor behind it is Gavin Robertson and one just has to admire the very essence of him, wandering the world with nothing but a talent and poetry. It’s a perilous living.

But he certainly breathes good and mindful air into the Fringe.

And. methinks, he may just be first poet ever to rhyme “Aristotle" with "golden wattle".


Samela Harris

 4.5 stars




Reviewed by Barry Lenny, Wednesday 7th March 2018.

In a very different type of production, defying classification in any of the usual genres, Gavin Robertson appears as his alter ego, the poet and spoken word performer, Greg Byron, in Wordshow. It is a unique blend of theatre, cabaret, spoken word, and comedy but, however you care to try to classify it, the result works incredibly well.

Greg Byron is a cheerful, hearty fellow and many of his poems are very funny, but there are also a few poignant pieces, and some political comments. Robertson was on an intensive writing course in America a while back and the play that he intended to write just wasn't coming, in part due to his anger at the Trump administration. Near the end of the residency, he began writing poems, then realised that he had a show on his hands. The invention of Greg Byron was the key.

This has opened up many possibilities and Robertson is now adding new poems all the time. Every day in politics, alone, provides inspiration for more satirical verses. The potential is vast.

As Byron, Robertson deals differently with each poem, lending his abilities as an actor to individual interpretations of the poems. A regional English accent, a particular way of phrasing, adding pauses, varying emphasis on certain words, every poem is treated to its own particular style of delivery. He even translated on from English into Australian, and you will love the one titled Apathy. Thanks to Anna, busy at the laptop computer, some of the poems even have background sound effects and music.

Byron carries his journal, flicking through it, turning over the odd loose piece of paper caught between the pages, and deciding which poem to recite next, so you might want to make a couple of visits as it seems each night might be a little different. The hour slips all too quickly by, though, and Byron leaves us wanting more.

Books of the poems were brought out from England with him, but the last one was sold after the performance that I attended. They were expected to last for the entire season and, possibly have a few left to take home. This attests to the instant popularity of his work. Not all the merchandise has gone yet, so you can still purchase a printed tee shirt, if you are quick off the mark.

If you want to have a satisfying and memorable Fringe, seek out the productions that don't entirely conform, because there is where you will find the little gems that others miss. This is definitely one of them, and you still have a good chance to catch it, as it is running at Treasury 1860 at 8pm most days to the 18th March, and also at 5:30 at Rastelli at the Stirling Fringe from 9th to 12th March. Be sure to book to avoid being disappointed.

Slooshy Wordshow


by karen dobres on

A chair, a poetry book, a man, and a bottle of water to wet his whistle – other than these there is no set and the stage is bare.


In his Slooshy Wordshow Greg Byron departs from physical theatre for the evening to give a performance of spoken word poetry, ranging in theme from science and quantum physics, to Brexit, to memory, to what it might be like to be a woman, and even on this particular evening, just 24 hours after the terrorist attack at London Bridge, to the Manchester bombing.

Byron is engaging, warm and attentive, checking for yawns, asking us who is a parent, who has cats, and offering each poem as if we were old friends sharing an evening together.


His reading is accomplished, and yet humble. The words rhyme easily and wittily and they’re delivered with a Northern twang that’s at once strong and gentle. At the end of each poem I find myself sighing, ahhing or mmming along with the rest of the audience. There’s something about good poetry that makes you recognise things more clearly, and at the end of the hour I feel like my life and the world have been thrown into sharper relief. I’ve made a mental note to tell my kids to visit their remaining grandparents more and say they love them. The poet says it’ll be too late one day.


There are also character sketches, cleverly observed lines about some of the eccentric individuals from a village he used to live in, and some ingenious 55 (not 54 and not 56) word stories.


It was hard to clap after every piece, not because it wasn’t moving or skilful, but because it nudged the heart-strings and pushed at the mind, in a way that made me want to ponder rather than immediately respond.

If you like your poetry performed and your evenings good-humoured and reflective, then this is the show for you.

At The Rialto Theatre


The Reviews Hub - London


in Brighton Fringe,

May 28th 2017


Reviewer: Simon Topping


Greg Byron, the performance poet persona of actor, writer, director and producer Gavin Robertson, heads to the stage swathed in darkness; he steps in a slowly dramatic way. The lights switch on suddenly to spot an avuncular face resting his eyes upon us. Stood, with writers notepad in hand, Bryon softly begins the show.


With vocal rhythms often reminiscent of radio four regular Ian McMillan, Bryon regales the audience in a wide ranging of topics from his life’s minutia to social commentary; with 55-word short stories and comic nonsense. He promises us early on to punctuate the performance with some acerbic material, but only a smattering.

Byron is a masterful performer; with a hypnotic delivery that gently lulls the evening crowd. The portraits of people from an unspecified rural village are very funny and have us laughing hard; as does the very short poem about apathy.

A small selection of science poems, including one about the Fibonacci sequence, are an interesting listen.


The most impactful poetry is about the injustices and inequalities that lie with the UK today; four million in child poverty and a self-serving Tory government. “We are All Daniel Blake now”, Byron angrily exclaims. However, this is by no means a dour evening, it is engaging, warm and funny; well worth an outing.


Genre: Poetry-based Theatre, Spoken Word

Venue: Rialto Theatre




Low Down


“It’s a look at all sorts of things – my 55-word prose ‘word sketches’, character portraits, science, and ignorance, the quest for knowledge, the current state of the world around us, confusions and cruelties…” – an evening of poetry from the legendary Greg Byron.




Welcome to an evening of like poetry; an hour or so in the company of Greg Byron, middle aged and ready to share his musings on life, on mortality, on our troubled present time of social media, of let down and even, occasionally, of hopefulness. A poetry gig, a spoken word variety show, a cabaret, this is low key, comedic, theatrical but mostly direct, spoken word performance.


Meet a performer with the courage to be gentle, yet that gentleness accompanies and delivers a power – a power in the words and in the delivery. Greg Byron is a creation of actor and writer Gavin Roberston, an amiable companion for the evening, he chats with us, gives us a wink and a double take, and yet is a soul who has lived, and gathered these poems, these observations, reflections along the way. They are, for the most part, rhymers, with sharpish meter. The rhythm allows him to protest, to ponder, to observe the quirks of life, and also to play with that rhytmn cleverly and add accessibility and entertainment to the proceedings.


No harsh poetry slammer needed here, this is direct performance, all the more impactful for its bare simplicity. A man, a set of poems a Dave-Allenesque stool and some clever, slooshy word play.


This show could well be a hidden gem at the Fringe. A gem it is for its clever selection of words, its skilled delivery, its courageousness to be gentle and allowing word-play and word power to play out as a piece of live literature that is throughly entertaining; those words reach us with ease and effect. But this show of words doesn’t deserve to be hidden. It will provide value and enjoyment for both spoken word and theatre audiences. Even a comedy audience seeking out a gag-free but warm smiling hour will be well served. Highly recommended.


Published by Paul Levy

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