I am... I am... I am Superman...

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Date: 12 July 2004 13:52:10

... and I (don't) know what's happening!

(Please note: obsure song lyric has been included for the benfit of the obsure people I know, and because I have had it running around my head all weekend!)

On Friday I left work and decided to wander back home through town. There I encountered the most fightening of sights: it wasn't a plane, or a bird, it was Superman! Now, if he had been a specticled, suit-wearing, Clark Kent type of Superman I wouldn't have worried. But it wasn't. This was the pants over bright blue tights, red cape, scaring small children type.

I saw a small child hiding behind her mother... and the mother attempting to hid behind the small child. I don't blame either them - particularly since Scareyman didn't appear to be in town to save the day (not that the day particularly needed saving), he appeared to be there just to hand out leaflets.

I though about stopping to find out what he was doing (and if he felt comfortable wearing tights on such a hot day...); but then I thought better of it, and took a short cut down an alleyway to avoid the encounter.