Are you:-
- Heroic
- Energetic
- Robust
- Organised
If you can answer yes to all of the above and have a superpower, we want to meet you! Interviews here, commencing at 9.00 a.m. on Tuesday, 3rd May.
Henry and George were both seated in front of the stage.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” asked George.
“Yes, a Superhero will be someone the common people can look up to, someone they can believe in, it is exactly what we need right now. We need a big distraction to stop them focusing on us.”
“Can’t you just bribe them? That’s worked well in the past.”
“Look George, there is only so much hoodwinking we can get away with. It was a good idea of yours not to give those immigrants the right to vote, showing the government as sympathetic by letting them in but maintaining that you always have the upper hand, but times change and you have to change with them.”
“But,” interrupted George, “won’t they all vote for him or her?”
“That’s the clever bit, we will praise all of his/her heroic deeds of leaping from tall buildings, saving babies and damsels in distress. Then we will let it leak that the government is funding the Superhero. The people will be so impressed with our foresight that they’ll forget what’s happened in the past and will flock to the polls to vote for us.”
“Right, let’s get started.”
Good Morning Mr X is it? And what superpowers do you have?
“I can drink a bucket of water through my nose.”
“Next!”
“ I can pick up a handkerchief with my teeth, when I bend over backwards.”
“Next!”
“I can run backwards.”
The morning dragged on with many, many more wannabe Superheroes whose ‘superpowers’ were extraordinary, but not really what Henry and George were expecting.
“All we’ve got so far is a lot of party tricks, we have enough of those of our own. This is getting us nowhere” said Henry in exasperation.
“Time for a little snifter, don’t you think?” George said.
“Let’s hope for a better bunch this afternoon. Let’s get some lunch.”
The drinks at lunchtime did not improve their day, it only made the rest of the afternoon seem more laborious. Henry had to elbow prod George a number of times to stop him falling asleep during the performances.
It was amazing what people thought were superpowers, it was like dealing with a class of six year olds. Five o’clock brought a sigh of relief from both men.
“Back to Plan A then?” enquired George.
“I’m not quite ready to give up just yet,” replied Henry, “you go ahead and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As soon as George was out of sight, Henry reached down and picked up his red briefcase that contained his superpowers. It seemed it was all down to him to save the UK again. He donned his mask and cape and soared out of one of the theatre’s open windows.
