Strutting onto the stage in red satin lined tails and stilettos for his newest show Stripped, he was in top form, his natural wit and intelligence undeniable.
The crowd roared as Mr. Izzard crossed the stage telling his version of the history of evolution.
His timing was impeccable, bantering with the audience as he moved through his routine, some of it rehearsed, some not, all the while intertwining the stories as he went along.
It wasn't until I turned to my left to catch my date sliding down his seat in a fit of laughter that I noticed the audience around us. People leaning forward in their seats hanging on every word, hankies dabbing at their eyes: the whole room was alive with laughter.
It was a remarkable night. The amount of joy this one man was giving all these people was tantamount to his talent and expertise, and a lesson to anyone wishing to unite an entire group of people regardless of age, sex, race, or religion.
Humour is an extraordinary gift. A gift that can bring a room of strangers together in an instance and hold it there 'til it pees its pants before it'll miss a word it has to say.
Funny, we could change the world with that.