Oh where art thou, Arthur, in this our hour of need? I asked Merlin the Magnificent about this, in 1989, when I bumped into him at Tootsies Diner, in Didsbury.
He shrugged his shoulders, and asked me to pass the American mustard.
Turns out he was slumming it, doing parlour tricks for kiddywinks, at the Library Theatre, and didn’t want to talk about it.
If you read the internet flipbook hingie issued for this engagement, you’ll understand why.
Lots of auld gubbins for sale over on the eBay.




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