The endless quest for Cecil

[toadspittle]

So I was reading this column and came across this:

One more thing. While addressing a Mensa convention the other day (really), Cecil told the story of the letter about the M&M expiration date, concluding with the plaintive question, “what happens at 8:06?” From the back of the room someone promptly shot back the obvious answer: “They melt in your hand.”

So … who really spoke at this convention? Ed, posing as Cecil?