In the bar of the hotel tonight there was an act which consisted of a
man balancing on catering size tins of baked beans; I kid you not. The
fairly impressive part of the routine was that the greasy rug on his
head which passed for a wig never moved an inch, no matter how many tins
of beans he balanced on. His assistant was actually very good,
enthusiastically punctuating each applause cue in a manner which would
not have looked out of place in a Las Vegas illusion show.
Unfortunately our man wobbling on the tins would not have looked out of
place in a lunatic asylum.
