Captain Beany
The phone rang and a heavy welsh accent exclaimed, “look no further, I am an orange superhero from planet Beanus.” captain Beany had found me.
Although Mr. Methane had described him to me as “the maddest person you’re ever likely to meet” I liked Beany instantly, and put methane’s comments down to superhero rivalry.
My24-hours with him began at11am with a few pints of cider. Beany, or Barry as he’d been known before changing his name by deed poll, told me he’d come up with the idea for captain Beany during a fundraising stunt...
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Dougy
I’d describe Dougy as feral; a wee and wiry Glaswegian man from a time that England long forgot. He’d made a name for himself in the 1980’s on a television talent show where his act consisted of wearing a superman costume, balancing on a chair and pretending to fly...
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Super tranny
The first time I met Supertranny was on the tenth floor of a tower block in the heart of the Isle of Dogs, a former BNP hot spot and the last place you might look for a transvestite Superhero.
To start off, I had some trouble with the he/she issue, but soon realised that Toni, or Supertranny, was a ‘he’ until the wig went on. Toni assured me he wasn’t gay, “I still fancy women,” he said in his low, soft voice, “but I just like to dress up as one, it’s a nice feeling...
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