Posted by Dirck on 26 June, 2015
Just over a year ago, I was announcing the advent of my summer vacation, so it will come as no surprise that I’m about to do so again. Three weeks of no Regular Job, because I need more time to shore up the fabric of the house against utter collapse.
On the subject of utter collapse, in that same entry, I was mentioning that one of my childhood heroes was…
I am thus rather downcast at the news of his passing. One of my Facebook contemporaries, responding to that news, said, “You must have had something if you could make a 10 year old kid from Canada want to wear a bowler,” and while I’ve never quite gone in the direction of bowler, I agree with the sentiment. The Avengers is responsible for my early interest in martial arts and being a decent chap. This came to me before I had any interest in the possibility of those pursuits attracting Emma Peels; it was just that Steed was so profoundly a good guy that emulation seemed the only thing.
So, because it’s Friday and I always thrust some moving images in here, I have scraped up a bushel basket of Avengers for you. No Thor, no Iron Man, just a rather decent chap with a dangerous umbrella and a young lady who is (by the lights of the 1960s) his equal.
I don’t promise utter radio silence in the next three weeks. I may, plumbing and carpentry permitting, make some entries about pens. Shocking.