Nope this is not another blog in support of Elon Musk, it is another obituary.
Adam West the caped crusader of my youth died yesterday.
Batman and his pow-zap-wham-splatt Roy Lichtenstein pop type choreographed fights with the henchmen of the Penguin and the Joker was not available on the TWW TV channel in Wales, well at least not in our living room on our black and white TV.
It was only during the occasional visit to my grandmother’s sisters house in Chatham Kent that I got a glimpse of Batman and Robin in the early evenings eating a Shippam’s paste sandwich and roast chicken flavour crisps off a plastic plate.
Its about the only memory I have of those visits apart form doing the Hokey Cokey with “aunt” Molly and and her husband Les at their local club and a special lightbulb that heated the bathroom of their Bungalow.
Batman was a revelation, I had no idea he was American, I had very little understanding of what was America. Batman was a step towards adolescence from Gerry Anderson’s Supermarionation of Torchy the Battery Boy, Supercar, Fireball XL5 and Stingray.
Catwoman was always going to be lot more interesting than Aqua Marina. Gerry Anderson still had Space 1999 up his sleeve.
I stopped buying Commando war comics and shouting “himmel” and “ausweis bitte” in the playground and instead read DC and Marvel purchased before the Washington Cinema Saturday club from Mr Snell.
I stopped drawing aerial battles between Spitfires and ME109’s and started drawing Batman, Thor, the Silver surfer and Captain America.
The grey spandex TV super hero with his yellow utility belt was the bees knees until the arrival of Napoleon Solo a few years later.
I have the original corgi car, Batman and Robin are still in their seats.
Atomic Batteries to power Adam West.