Dorfman Theatre, National Theatre London, 31 January 2020 to 7 February 2020
That’s what Michael’s father used to tell him about racism — keep it under your hat son when you’re working on the flower stall, but let it out on the street and in the stands at Leyton Orient. Time and place. Michael starts off joshing with the audience, dispensing banter and biscuits, a lovable Jack the lad, but pretty soon, coked up and full of vodka, he is struggling to put on his shirt and tie for his father’s funeral. And we’re off.
For 100 minutes Rafe Spall’s Michael Fletcher careers through a white-knuckle ride of a monologue, a real theatrical …