Faced with the Forces of Doom

Don’t think about it. Just do it.

Excellent advice, no doubt, but when you are faced with the Forces of Doom a little bit of trepidation is probably not that uncommon. I suppose it depends, though, on just how often the Forces of Doom have a habit of turning up in the course of your life.

All in a day’s work for the crime-fighting superhero, you would imagine; maybe not quite so much if you are an insurance loss adjuster, or if you work in a cake shop.

Although, on the other hand you would expect that the rampaging hordes of doom would have some effect on the insurance premiums; a bit like those houses that always seem to end up flooded and on the news when it rains a bit. Although, this being Britain, you’d think people would have worked out how the rain works by now, what with all the experience we get.

You could, perhaps, understand someone in the Gobi or the Sahara being more than a little surprised to see his kitchen under two feet of water one morning, but in Britain?

Anyway….

I suppose the same must apply to the cake shop assistant too. Most people, I imagine, would assume that even rampaging hordes of doom fancy a cake, or maybe a sandwich, or a hot sausage roll every now and then.

I doubt if they’d form much of an orderly queue though. It would be death and destruction, rape and pillage if the shop ran out of chocolate éclairs while half the horde were still waiting to be served. Let alone what would happen if they all wanted change for a tenner or something, or they didn’t think much of the watery coffee.

So, yes – in the end – maybe it is not just superheroes, after all.