'They remind me of Vladimir and Estragon in Becket's Waiting for Godot: filling time, looking back on the past, imagining some fictitious future where the Prime Minister had phoned up and was coming over to be in a play. I think that's every bit as surreal as Beckett, and has just as much to tell us about time and loneliness and friendship.'
There is, I thought, no answer to that. But I rang the surviving half anyway. 'It's a famous one, that, isn't it?' said Little Ern. 'I know it's been suggested that we could have played those parts. It's a serious type of thing.' And then he revealed that he and Eric had actually talked about doing it. A narrow escape. Thankfully, they decided to stick to the plays what were wrote by Ern, a playwright, in my view, with a much surer grasp of the ultimate futility of the human condition.