Norman was out of his seat, leaning casually over the top of the mobility scooter, and it almost looked like he was about to hop on and go for a ride. He and Adam were both engrossed in looking at the screen of an iPad, and when I slid in the other side of the table I steeled myself to what the guy could have exposed him to. Porn? Online gambling? The Cooking Channel? Frankly, it was worse, as it turned out.

Adam pushed his iPad over the table to me just as the waitress delivered his drink and he began spooning the mountain of cream topping into his mouth. I recognized the Facebook page Leonard had set up for Norman, way back when the plan was still just a little old plan on a wall and not a looming reality. The good old days. Judging by the stream of photos and videos, it was clear Leonard had been diligently posting on Little Big Man’s page ever since we left Penzance, as promised.

I scrolled past a few old videos of Morecombe and Wise, a couple of stills of Live at the Apollo, a few reappearances of the Little Big Man poster and a lot of random pictures of comedians old and new. It looked like Leonard had created an entire world for Little Big Man, and there was no getting around that it was actually pretty impressive. I noticed he’d created something called an Event, in which he’d announced the time and date Norman was due to perform at the Duke, in Edinburgh. I was still reading the details when I realized Adam was talking through a mouthful of cream.

“...and so after you told me about Normie’s show last night I went and had a look and found this page. Normie tells me some old geezer called Harold is looking after it for you and, okay, it’s not bad, but it could be better. Well, anyhow, I don’t know if I mentioned it, but I’m pretty big in the online world. Got loads of stuff going viral all over the place. So I shared it out there to my connections and, well, you know, I knew it would happen, but it’s a pretty good result, if I do say so myself.”

I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about and Norman hadn’t had an opportunity to say a word since I’d sat down, so I had no idea what had passed between them, except, obviously, Adam had done something that had something to do with the Facebook page.

“It’s Leonard, and anyhow, what is, Adam? What’s a good result?”

Adam made a noise that was halfway between a wheeze and a snort, which was as disgusting as it sounds, and he picked up the iPad and pushed it right up to my face. He leaned out of the scooter at a dangerous angle and jabbed a finger into the screen. A blob of cream landed right in the middle of Little Big Man’s face and quivered as Adam waved the iPad in front of me.