So, upon returning to the UK from visiting some elderly relatives abroad in a UK-designated ‘hot zone’, I phoned the doctor and said, “Will I live to be a hundred-years-old if I rigidly adhere to my private fourteen-day lock-down and stay firmly inside every second of the day?”
“No,” the doctor told me. “But after those 14 days, it will feel like you do.”
The second season of Amazon’s dark superhero satire The Boys starts in much the same way, with Hughie, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie, and Kimiko in a very harsh private lock-down as they cower in a basement after being framed for murdering evil superhero Homelander’s handler, Madelyn Stillwell.
I will give you my review of The Boys after it finishes, but we’re only up to three episodes pre-loaded for a binge, with the remainder to be drip-fed weekly, so no spoilers, yet, for you, until you get a chance to watch it in its entirety.
I’m good like that. I spoil you. Or in this instance, I don’t.
Well, dear reader, today I’m finally free of my house-bound lockdown and intend to celebrate shortly by stretching my under-utilized leg muscles by tackling the Barnt Green Waterways Circular Walk in the British countryside.
Unlike Hughie and his boys, I probably won’t be in danger of getting my head ripped off my spine by nasty god-like superheroes who regard normal members of humanity as bugs to be flattened on the soles of their super-boots.
And that’s a good thing!