You remember how I told you flying was useful, well it is, mostly. Unfortunately we superheroes are not really allowed to let you guys see us fly, and if we do we are supposed to do it in disguise - hence all the capes, tights, masks and external underwear.

Sunday night I was trying to get from London to Leeds by train. I arrived at Kings Cross only to find that all the trains were cancelled because a Fleem Ray from a Xorgam battle cruiser had destroyed most of Welwyn Garden City. Of course the train people were trying to pass it off as a power line problem, but I knew better.

Anyway - there I was stuck in the station with about 30 kilos of computer equipment and I thought "Hang on - I could get into my lycra catsuit and fly up". Unfortunately there is nowhere to change in Kings Cross Station - the toilets cost 20p and I didn't have any change, and phone booths are a thing of the past. I ended up shoehorned onto the delayed 20.00 to Doncaster. Tsh!