Ed Night stands tall tonight, despite breaking his foot two weeks before his Fringe run. Taking to the stage on crutches, he still claims to have one of the highest JPM (jokes per minute) of the Festival. Clever and articulate, he rattles off one-liners in a well-paced hour of cross-generational heckling, sly scepticism of the world around him and bitter details of navigating Edinburgh one foot down. His material is informed by a Gen Z palette, where manifestation and Hyrox are part of the vocabulary, but he occasionally slips into rhapsodic monologues, placing his delivery somewhere between a cynical London hipster and a well-read 19th-century poet. This Byronic persona suits his comfortable stage presence.

Night holds a confidence that lets him take charge of the room with ease. The wordsmith is unafraid to veer off-script, at times assigning extravagant backstories (such as a time-travelling future version of himself reminiscing on the good old days) to unassuming audience members. After more than a decade on stage and recent online success, he remains firmly in touch with the zeitgeist. We’ll Be Alright, Darling positions him as a Fringe it-boy.

Ed Night: We’ll Be Alright, Darling, Monkey Barrel, until 30 August, 4.45pm.