If ever there was an author devoured by his or her own creation, the two top contenders must be Conan Doyle and Mary Shelley. Shelley is a particularly interesting example, now taking centre stage in a play of which she is the heroine.
Some pantomime titles seem evergreen – they bloom afresh year after year. Others seem to have their own season. Rapunzel, an example of these rare specimens, is newly fashionable – in Bury St Edmunds last year and in Basildon this Christmas.