Read by Gloria Sanders
As loud as the words on the poster were, it was his face that grabbed me: that of a plump-chinned, red-cheeked wizard with an open-tooth grin supporting a floor-brush moustache and eyes so wide and white they only needed wolves howling at them.
Beneath this expanse of face, two tiny hands sprayed a flurry of coloured discs while a pair of silhouetted spectators watched in Munch-esque disbelief. In tomato-red capitals, above the menagerie:
THE GREATEST TIDDLYWINK PLAYER IN THE GALAXY!
£2 A MATCH, £5 FOR BEST OF THREE!!