A CARING Mr Brocklebank paid a call on actor/ traveller Michael Palin at Waterstone’s last week, to ensure he was not bereft of fans at his book-signing after the lukewarm critical reception to his TV series on Europe.
Instead, he found Palin’s star still glitters high in the Liverpool firmament. Half an hour after he started, there were still 400 patient
Palintologists pythonesquely snaking up Bold Street, clasping books and videos charting the life of Michael. Plus three policemen, two security guards and assorted nervy bookstore managers deployed to patrol this incredibly well-behaved and intelligent-looking crowd.