This is a terrifying moment.
I love Batman. I loved the Bob Kane comics, I loved Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale’s take on the winged avenger and I loved Alan Moore’s short story ‘The Killing Joke’.
I love Bill Murray. I love Ghostbusters. I love Kingpin. I love Stripes, Meatballs, Scrooged, Caddyshack and Groundhog Day.
Slapstick is not funny. It’s shit.
Here we have an author responsbile for some absolutely brilliant books – the sort of novels that could take a literary fool by the scruff of the neck and throw them with verve and vigour into the nearest library.
Why do TV channels think anyone at home enjoys some smug wanker giving us their views on programmes before telling us what’s on next. Coming up with lame jokes and being overly chatty and matey – I don’t know you, I don’t want to know you, stop talking to me through my fucking TV set.
I’m sure the Harry Potter books are really good. I’m sure that they’re as enjoyable for adults as they are for children. And I’m sure that the end of the Potter saga came as a blow to many loyal fans who have grown up with the little scar-faced runt.