According to a report in today’s Daily Mail (‘the paper our super heroes read – free bar of Kryptonite with every issue!’), legendary crime-fighter, Batman, has upped sticks from Gotham City, USA and moved to Bradford.
This is a coup for our police and no mistake! The men in blue need all the help they can get, and will be dancing in the cells now an expert’s on the job.
Hardly off the plane, and our hero has already been caught on film, handing in a thug (possibly ‘The Joker’, we can’t be sure) to his local ‘nick’. According to the Mail, an officer was quoted as saying, ’”Batman came up to the help desk, said “I’ve caught this one for you”, then vanished into the night.’ He added, ‘His identity remains a mystery’.
Apparently, he said it with a straight face, which may go some way to explaining the Mail’s later description of Bradford as being ‘crime-ridden’.
Fortunately, the Mail has had the sense to pixilate Batman’s face so as to protect his secret identity (billionaire Bruce Wayne, c/o 43A Nelson Mandela Street (above the chippy), Bradford.) The villain is pixilated, too, having had 18 pints at ‘The Frog and Ferret’, three vodka chasers and a chicken kebab.
America has had a long and proud history of producing men in tights, willing to risk life and limb to make our cities safe: Superman, Green Lantern and The Human Hedgehog to name but three. Here in the UK, we lag behind in the hero stakes, having had no one to look up to since Robin Hood threw in his bow.
In a previous post, I touched on the possibility of a cheese-powered superman, ready to take on the crooks, though some of you misunderstood and thought I was having a laugh.
I wasn’t, and have now made up my mind. Don’t tell anyone – villains especially (no sense asking for trouble!) – but I’ve decided to don a pair of British tights (M&S, ‘Made in Turkey’) and take to the streets myself.
Here’s a photo, taken in the newly refurbished ‘Cheese Cave’. (My secret underground HQ where I’ll do things with Bunsen burners, while waiting for the police to call.) The current Mrs C knitted the costume – in red, white and blue! (That was Bernard’s idea. He’s put in for the role of ‘plucky assistant’, though his gout may prove a handicap. Especially if we’re being chased by a man with a large stick.)
Though I have eyesight that would make a pilot weep, I’ve donned a pair of glasses so no one will know it’s me. (It worked for Superman, whose secret identity was raven-haired beauty Lois Lane – played on TV by Desperate Housewives’ lovely, Teri Hatcher! Some thought he was really Clark Kent, but they were wrong, and fools to have been taken in.)
So next time a ‘masked man’ walks into a police station and asks what he can do to help, it’ll be me, not the so-called ‘Caped Crusader’. (Of course, it could also be a burglar, chancing his arm. I may have to give the police a sign so they know the difference. Bernard suggests the following, which he says will indicate I am ‘the one and only!’):
It’s worth a try.
As Bernard would put it: ‘British Thugs for British Heroes’!
Thought for the Day
‘If you can keep your head while all those around you are losing theirs, you probably haven’t grasped how bad things are.’
Boris the Bawdy (King of Bulgaria 1104-1156)