Hmmmmm.
Well, By The Power Of Numbskull, I Got The Power, for I be adorned with the Snap-py Specs Of Skeletor Superness and the Fantastic Follices of Bouffant Boy.
In short (as in short, fat, ugly Gothboy) I am already a Superhero! SuperXym and his lecherous fingers of pervositical power!
And bang on cue, here arrives the Justice League of Norfolk! We have...
- Carly as Fearne Cotton's alternative ego Super Firm Bottom
- Kelly as Betty Rubble (well, she was a Superhero to Barney. Betty, that is. Not Kelly.)
- Dave as one of them Misfits (well, he had an orange shirt on, like them heroes do in Misfits. The TV show, that is, not the popular 1980s Curiosity Killed The Cat chart topper. Although Ben wore more of a beret and not a topper.)
- Dan as... um... SuperDan?
- And a new (Polish) Pretty of the moniker Monica*, who could only be SuperPretty, on account of being SuperHot!
And after a most excellent humourosity concerning Tennis, Films, Table Dancing (well, seated gyrating with dextrous digits writhing in musical accord) and Earrings tossed about by Polterghoosts, it's a case of delivering SuperPretty to her matrimoaning partner at WankYerMamma's, before off to The WhatACunt and more Superhero shennanigans.
Ah, here we have Sally "Silk Spectre" Jupiter, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Mighty Thor (complete with Mjölnír), Frank "Punisher" Black, Elwood Blues, Juan Sheet (Although It could be Zorro, which is spanish for Fox. And a fox she certainly was! Nah - deffo Juan Sheet, she did plenty for me, I must say!). More WonderWomen than you can shake a stick at, and... WTF?
Is that SuperGirl? Surely not - must be SuperSizeMeGirl! And is that Catwoman over there - nah, must be Fatwoman in skin(waaaaay too)tight PVC.
But what this catching my lecherous eye - OMG it's only Pam "Poison Ivy" Isley and a pair of Dr Harley Quinns!
And what a cracking pair of Harley Quinns she had too!
Of course, I jest of her chest - there were a pair of actual Harley Quinns. One in a skimpy nurses outfit, and t'other in a pair of pink pants. Why, you could almost see her Harley Quim!
Anyhoo - tuneage was a bit dull, with the lowest point being a depressing durge of Massage In A Bottle, but we did bop along to heavy metal headbanging classic Enter Sandman in the classic way.
Air Guitar a-la John Denver. Perched on a stool, one foot on t'floor, t'other on the rung. One hand thrust high in the Devil Hornéd fist, before fretting over the frets of your spanish air guitar before the headbanging chorus, to which my magnificent mane remains impervious to!
Despite being light, fluffly and soft, and again attracting creepy gay guys who sneak up behind for a quick caress of my cranial forestry, my heroic hairdo withstood even the most severe headbanging action.
Even to Ace Of Base.
It don't flop down
It stays up all t'time
You ain't never gonna droop me hair!
