Wednesday, 15 February 2012

WHEN BATMAN WORE WELLINGTON BOOTS...


BATMAN & ROBIN copyright DC COMICS

What a difference four or five years can make.  I'd just turned 8 when JOHN FIDLER, who lived a couple of doors along from me, got one of the top toys of 1966 for Christmas - a 1st edition, diecast, CORGI TOYS TV BATMOBILE, the lucky little blighter.

I coveted it greatly, but for some curious reason (probably related to cash-flow), never got around to actually buying one until my 12th or 13th birthday in 1970 or '71.  (Although, now that I remember, I had the chance of getting one while on holiday in Largs in 1968, but passed in favour of a bendy CAPTAIN SCARLET figure.)


Nowadays, 12 or 13 would doubtless be considered far too old to be buying diecast toy cars, but back then, boys of that age were a totally different bag of spiders to what they are now.  More innocent, not quite so eager to grow up, etc.  Well, at least, that's the way it seems to me through the mist-enshrouded maze of memory whenever I revisit my past.  And yes, Summers were longer and it snowed every Christmas.  (You can dispute it as much as you like - I prefer my version.)


John Fidler was around a couple of years younger than me and, consequently, smaller.  When we played at BATMAN & ROBIN, I naturally took the lead while John was relegated to the role of 'teenage' sidekick (even 'though he was only about 5 or 6).

In my homemade Batman costume (a pair of purple swimming trunks over corduroy trousers, brown gloves, black raincoat with sleeves pulled out- side in, a Batman badge on my jumper, a Batman mask bought from a shop - oh, and a pair of wellies) I cut an impressive figure.  (In my mind anyway.)  For my utility belt, I tied some dangly, strappy portion of my father's war-time morse-code apparatus around my waist  I was nothing if not resourceful.  (Trust me - it looked the part.)


John sported a black domino mask with his mother's lemony silk headscarf tied around his shoulders.  He cut a less impressive dash in my opinion, but he was only the sidekick, remember.  Sidekicks aren't permitted to upstage the main hero, and that was me - by dint of being older and bigger and more oblivious to making a t*t of myself running around in a homemade Batsuit.


My "official" mask was like a black plastic bag with half of one side cut away to reveal the lower face, and eyeholes to allow anyone daft enough to wear it to see all those who were laughing at them.  The idea was that, when you pulled it over your head, the corners would stick up like the bat-ears on ADAM WEST's cowl, enabling you to strike fear and dread into the hearts of criminals, who, as we all know, are "a superstitious, cowardly lot".

Unfortunately, the corners stuck out rather than up, somewhat negating the desired effect and managing merely to strike mirth and merriment into the hearts of amused observers as they fell about in hysterics.  Undeterred, however, me and John both soldiered on, and we must've milked being the caped- crusaders of our neighbourhood for almost as long as the show was on telly to inspire us in our dashing deeds of derring-do.


Then, alas, as is the way of things, we eventually grew up.  I moved to another area in 1972 and saw John only in passing and from afar over the next few years.  Imagine my surprise (and annoyance) when I ran into John in adulthood, only to find that he'd grown at least half-a-head taller than me.  I realized, sadly, that if we ever decided to reprise our Batman & Robin roles (unlikely as it was), he'd be the "main man" and I'd have to wear his mother's poofy silk lemon headscarf.  Life can  be so cruel.

Anyway, John and I reminisced and laughed about our childhood exploits for a while and then went our separate ways.  It must be close to 30 years since I last saw him, although, in truth, it seems like only yesterday, cliched as that may sound.  Where does the time go?  In fact, where did John go, for me not to have seen him since?  I hope he's well, wherever he is.


Sometime back in 1991, in a fit of nostalgia, I re-acquired (at immense expense) a boxed, pristine condition, 1966 Corgi Toys Batmobile from a shop in Edinburgh.  Whenever I look at it, I'm once again running around my old neighbourhood with my boyhood chum by my side, with no thought for the morrow and unmindful of what the passing years may bring. 

"To the Batpoles, Robin!"

8 comments:

Dougie said...

A charming story.
Thirteen year olds- at least the ones in my class- aren't quite the sophisticates you might imagine. Despite Family Guy and Call of Duty,they still have bikes and dogs and paper rounds. They also like the Guinness Book of Records and Ripley's Believe It or Not.

Kid said...

Glad you enjoyed it, Dougie. I'm probably overstating the case, but I feel that, in the main, thirteen year-olds today imagine themselves to be more sophisticated than they really are. I'm not sure that kids back then imagined themselves to be anything more than what they were - kids. (Perhaps it was just me 'though.)

Mike said...

This sounds just like one of the stories I'm likely to conjure up from the past - a good read, thanks very much!

Kid said...

Thank YOU very much, Mike - I look forward to reading it. (Although I don't see a blog listed when I click on your name.)

Or are you saying you're going to nick mine? Help, Police - I've been robbed.

Mike said...

Sorry, should have pasted a link, you'll find some here: http://opobs.wordpress.com/ and the rest on my website here: http://www.opobs.co.uk/mainsite/memories/memories.html

Anonymous said...

You're a scary looking dude with that beard.

Kid said...

Me?

BOO!

Mike said...

Thanks for jogging my memory!

http://opobs.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/a-vulcanising-game-with-robert-hirst/

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