No really, I do feel sorry for James Bond and Superman. You see while James bond gets to shag a Bond girl supermodel on an iceberge while drinking "very" chilled Dom Perignon champagne, and kill supervillans in a vast well lit underground volcanic lair it's not all sweetness and light.
Superman has it worse, all he gets is Lois Lane who he married if I remember rightly, and while she wasn't ugly she was no Ursula Andres, Shirley Eaton or Daniela Bianchi. Then theres having to go around with your pants over your trousers, what a wally way to dress.
But thats not really what I'm getting it. No I'm getting at the saving the world everyday on call 24/7 every bloody day of the year! How sodding depressing is that. I mean every bloody day it's ring ring "Bond it's M, nip over to Warsaw and kill Ernst Stavro Blofeld, and dont shag his cat before you leave, the department doesn't want trouble with the RSPCA" I mean seriously how boring is this going to get on a daily basis.
Superman, much the same, he hears screams, jumps out of bed oh dear a roller coaster is crashing in the Chimelong Paradise amusment park in China, 3 second later he's coming back it covered in dust with a candyfloss that he grabbed after saving the people. Yes great job but how many accidents around thr world every day? how much home life does he get, will he ever see the end of episode 3 of Minder? Will he ever eat a hot dinner? No he wont, not a hope.
You see thats the problem with saving the world on a daily basis, there may be job satisfaction but it's shit hours, no days off, no holidays (unless you count shagging a bond girl on an iceberge?) no time to watch a movie or tv show, indeed hardly time to pick your nose. And thats really bad for your mental health. Everybody needs time to wind down... even Superman, Bond and well me!
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