You know when Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Victorian superhero has been given a 21st century makeover, when four letter expletives have found their way into the mouth of Holmes' near seductress, Irene Adler.

But, somehow, it worked perfectly bringing more than a passing of light humour to Mark Catley's beautifully crafted Sherlock Holmes The Best Kept Secret which, no doubt, will have a life well beyond the confines of the West Yorkshire Playhouse.

I rarely fail to be impressed by a Playhouse production where everything is always done to the highest standards. Whether it's Toad in his magical wonderland, Maggie in the sweltering heat of Tennessee Williams' Cat on a Hot Tin Roof or, indeed, Sherlock in Victorian London, there is always a sense that you are there, quietly observing the drama unfold.

And director, Nikolai Foster, did Beeston boy Catley proud with a production worthy of his quirky script, dark, funny, paced but never dull.

When it comes to detectives - be they on TV or in book form - I tend to run in the opposite direction because, quite frankly, I rarely give a damn who did it!

Which means if I am to be impressed, it is by a piece of theatrical entertainment, not a fictional legend or an author who's reputation precedes him. And I was.

Put the name Sherlock in a title and, hopefully, you are onto a box office winner and, every now and then, cash certainty has to prevail in order for those less popular productions to be given a life.

But fame and reputation aside, this was a great production. Jason Durr as Sherlock and his brother Mycroft, played by Adrian Lukis, had a nice line in autism that would have challenged most psychologists. And the emotionally inept Holmes was ably complemented by the always earnest Dr Watson, played by Andrew Hall.

Not forgetting, of course, accomplished actress, Tanya Franks as Irene Adler, who changed her character quicker than a chameleon in the midday sun.

Beautifully lit with, again, fantastic sets, this world premiere has a sense of fun and the properness of the Victorian era. But Mark Catley has been mindful to look out for his modern audience, ensuring that he has blown some of the cobwebs off Conan Doyle's original work.

When Mrs Adler wishes to express surprise, No S**it Sherlock seemed to sum up her emotions pefectly and, somehow, with Rick Manners' School of Boxing just across the road from this esteemed theatrical venue, I could almost hear one of the lightweights commenting: "Cheeky b***r, he's nicked my line." Worth a visit.

Runs until 8th June