One of E-I's most innovative posters with a penchant for (in his own words) 'having his dog throated', it seems our one and only 'celebrity' has gone AWOL.
Dear, oh dear Wellhungchap... why have you forsaken us and left us all here dry, deprived of your tales of copious amounts of 'plum sauce'? Has the perverbial well run dry and you feel too inadequate to share your stories of leaving the faces of many a beautiful woman like 'a plasterer's radio'?
If you can here us, kind sir... then at least give us a sign that your 'lamb cannon' still fires aptly into the horizon!