The politicians with their greedy sneers debate nonsense on the television. We know they are lieing because their lips are moving. We huddle with our families in the little bit of warmth we have.

What will happen to us in the hands of these politicians? While they purchase their latest ivory back scratcher we wonder where our heating will come from for the horrendous winter ahead of us.

The sick and elderly shudder and quiver at the loss of their hospital beds. The ordinary shopper is in a quandry as to how to make their buck spread for the weeks food, losing site of any luxury they once had.

When suddenly the sky lights up, a huge ‘S’ shines, a beacon to all the huddlers, the quiverers and shudderers. We creep out of our uncertain shelters to murmer and gossip with excitement. What does this mean? we all wonder.

Every telephone box waits for it’s chance to be the one that Clarke Kent enters to change in to become the worlds saviour. Every politician quakes as the moment of judgement is imminent.

A streak of Krypton lightening spreads across the sky with superman ahead of it in his immediately recogniseable ensemble, his mighty fist breaking the air and the night.

He shoots in through the windows of the Government buildings and with one fail swoop all are gone. with his ‘goodness radar’ he selects honest members of the public and places them in the cosy chairs where once greed sat. He scans the great computer systems of the powerful and changes figures and digits so that equality starts to take shape.

A feeling of hopelessness is gone, we are filled with hope in our future.

The world as we know it is gone.. Thank God.