Superheroes are next to useless

Not just superheroes, really. Jedi too. Super-spies like 007 or Agent Carter. Badass detectives like Sherlock Holmes (whether Downey Jr, Bumblecatch or Miller).

Seriously, if I had an Iron Man suit waiting in my spare room, it’d be even dustier than the broken vacuum cleaner. If Thor’s hammer Mjolnir found me worthy then I’d use it to impress moralists and for cheap interstellar travel, but not to hit people with. If I had a lightsabre and some nifty telekinesis abilities, I’d think they were badass toys to help cut wood for the fire. If I was bitten by a radioactive spider then I would probably enjoy touring the rooftops of Canary Wharf and the City, but doubt I’d fight much crime.

The Conspiracy of Bubbles

Right, so I’m writing a novel this week. One potential plot element is about a global conspiracy to hush up/solve/delay an impending economic bubble bursting, a bubble as large or larger than the Recession or the Wall Street Crash. Let’s assume the commodity is housing mortgages, although it could equally be internet, tulips or whatever else – the main thing is that x commodity is overvalued, thus a bubble, and its bursting will cause untold harm to millions.