A review...

Nice words from me old mucker Charlie Hutchinson over in York...

"Windass's script does Sully proud with its broad yet local humour, big emotions and cup-tie sense of drama. Just as Sully overcame his potentially crippling calcified legs, then this melodramatic play rises above its prosaic location with its stirring story, rousing music and video projections.

"Grown men will be grateful for the darkness of the theatre as the tears flow at the finale, and [Fidel] Nanton's performance is even more moving than last time, while [Lee] Green and the gum-chewing [Amy] Thompson are game allies in Gareth Tudor Price and Martin Barrass's heart-pumping production."

Read it all in context here.

I got a call last night from my mate Rosie, the proprietor of the most excellent Fudge Cafe-Restaurant. She called me as a last resort having failed to get through to the theatre - an audience member who'd been in for some pre-show contemporary American cuisine had left their credit card in Fudge and Rosie wanted to reunite them asap. "She said she was the mother of the man playing Sully and was going to see him perform." Of course, every woman of a certain age in Hull is currently claiming to be Fidel's mother; he's a charming, tactile and very popular man. "Was she black?" I asked after five minutes of bizarre chat about surnames and eccentric women claiming to be actors' mothers. "Why," says Rosie, "Was Sully black?" Was Sully black? Has she not seen the fliers? The backs of buses? The press coverage? Fidel Nanton (right) driving through the streets of Hull visiting all of our kebab houses? Turns out it was Fidel's extremely proud mother-in-law.

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