Ken Campbell died earlier this year, leaving the world of performance art one genius lighter. This trilogy of scripts cannot do justice to stage performances that left attendees/witnesses curious and open-mouthed, not wanting to laugh or applaud for fear of losing track of a tenuous, multi-streamered 'plot'. There was always time to laugh on the bus home. For those who did see these three epic monologues spouted like Feste on ecstasy, these written versions are welcome say-aaahhh reminders. For those who did not, make of them what you will.