
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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