The performance seems to have already begun as people file into the room and find their seats. They are greeted, almost individually by Dudley Sutton, who appears very grateful for the company. He is a very charming man, so comfortable on stage that it’s difficult to imagine him anywhere else. When everyone is sitting comfortably, he begins (or rather continues) with a very mucky poem about masturbation. “Now, that’s the clean stuff over with…” says Sutton, and he’s not wrong. It’s quite a feat to have gathered so much material about pleasuring ones self but he pulls it off (so to speak) tremendously well.
At the age of seventy, many people would consider Sutton a bit old and a bit past it to base a show around such filth, but coming from such a genuine, likeable character, it’s impossible to make such assumptions. He talks a lot about his childhood, telling anecdotes about his family and his school, and managing to link every one to the matter in hand. Every now and then, Sutton performs one his vast array of poems, and it is here where his talent really shines through. As well as being a fantastic lyricist, Sutton delivers each line with passion and skill, proving that he is still a great performer.
5/5
Becky Stone
