Saturday mornings are full of sugar and potential, and are the perfect place for a superhero. When anything could happen. Men and women bouncing about in breakfast-cereal box bright costumes, their underwear outside their pants for all to see, crying out in rage and sadness and joy. There is no time for reflection.  There is no need. There is only the energy and the enthusiasm, the rainbow blur of action and emotion. A sheet around the neck is as good as cape, and a leap onto the mattress careens over a skyscraper.

The world can built, destroyed and reborn in a matter of minutes. Such is the wonder of Saturday mornings….

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