I was having a clearout of all my stuff, and I happened across some notes I’d written down years ago, apparently as part of some free writing exercise. I’l share the one thing I wrote from that period (slightly edited) that I’m actually rather proud of.
Thou shalt have no other Caped Crusaders
Thou shalt not mock tights, or a joyfully camp tone
Do not bear grudges against those who do mock, for you know their laughter is empty
Thou may use “Bat-” as a prefix, but not for everything, for there is a limit
Remember the 1966 movie, and keep it in your DVD library
Honour thy Alfred and thy Aunt Harriet
Thou shalt not kill, but using the Batzooka against thine enemies is fine
Thou shalt not consort with Catwoman, for that is just asking for trouble, old chum
Covet no other Batmobiles, because when you look for a suitable parking space, it will not be there
Thou shalt not steal, even if thee send riddles beforehand
Of course I’m not dead… why do you ask? Anyway, here’s a double feature, for absolutely no reason other than I’m so nice.
Secret Six: Six Degrees of Devastation
Rio 2016 is coming along quite nicely, and it’s had quite a few surprises, including Kosovo’s first medal amongst others. As with any long-standing institution with a good reputation, comic books have tried to cash in on the hype train.
Okay, “cash in” is putting it a bit strongly, but there is usually an increase of sports-related stories in comics whenever The Olympics is running. As you’d expect, listing all of them would be an exhaustive (and exhausting) task, so I’ll just list the ones I like best. Continue reading
I make my way out of Birmingham International Airport, having just touched down after a few hours flying from Malaga. After stopping for a mediocre egg mayonnaise sandwich from Spar, I make my way to the NEC via the airport’s Air-Rail Link. Making my way down the escalator and past an overpriced Wetherspoons, I catch sight of those three little words that always set my heart aflutter…
Expo. Continue reading
Recently, I came across Robin Hood by Jim Bradbury; a surprisingly informative read detailing the historical facts from the Robin Hood legend, mostly by looking at the ballads, poems and plays starring (or at least mentioning) Robin Hood. In that respect, it’s an excellent and concisely told book.
My schedule’s been thrown out of whack, thanks to a combination of mild illness (not fun) and being in the Lake District (excellent fun). To compensate, you’re getting a double helping tonight!
Batman & Robin: Batman Reborn
By the time this comes out, the juggernaut that is The MCM Group will have left the NEC once again, only to return in Autumn. Last time I attended the convention, I got rather huffy over of going on a Saturday (the very idea!) as the last time I did it was far too noisy for my delicate sensibilities. Well, I decided to throw caution to the wind and go there yesterday (I considered going on both days, but my wallet protested most vociferously).
Well, it seems my fears were (mostly) unfounded. True, there were a few times where the aisle I happened to be in resembled Spaghetti Junction in the late afternoon, but for the most part the crowds stayed on the right side of “busy”, and everyone was having a good time, which is as it should be. As for the price hike in tickets, that was ameliorated by simply buying one online – this meant I “only” spent £11, instead of the downright extortionate £15 I had to fork over last time. Continue reading