After the usual sleepless night,any sleep filled with nightmares about up-dating this site,I got up at 0830hrs as a loud cackling laugh came from somewhere outside.
I know it wasn’t The Shadow because he’s currently in San Francisco after some Chinese secret society. Could it be The Creeper? Apparently not. It seems the Creeper is off somewhere after drug lord Stephen St James.
The Heckler? When I phoned and asked him he just laughed.
Definitely NOT the Joker.
It was while I was using the telephone to sort out who was laughing that I came across [name-dropping here] Namor’s -that’s The Sub-mariner to you. After various jokes about farting in the bath and bubbles from said farts,I asked him whether Atlanteans..well,break wind? Sadly the phone line cut out but I did get in touch with Aquaman about this.
“No”,was the response. Oh well. I then asked who was fastest swimmer -him or Namor? Damn line went dead again but Atlantis is area code AAA01 after all.
I popped over to my local shop and asked the owner ,Sid,whether he thought Namor or Aquaman ought to have a swim-race. Sid pointed out that both might be beaten in the swim by his cousin,aka The Super Indian. “But isn’t he from the future?” I asked. Sid threw back his head and laughed:he pointed out that the whole future thing was a cover story. I was amazed.
Chacha Choudary was buying a news paper so I said “morning”. Next thing I knew I was in bed. Lucky Luke was sitting up next to me,hat tilted nonchalantly back,a straw between his teeth. He was reading a book. “What’s the book?” I asked. “Broke-back Mountain. Ever read it?” He winked.
I felt really cheerful and happy…cheerful and happy?? I then realised it was a dream.
I realised something else:reading too many comics and going on the internet too long really can damage your brain.
It’s Sunday. Sun is out. I’ve packed a picnic basket and I’m waiting for Luke who is taking me to this Broke-Back Mountain place this afternoon.
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