A weekly rummage in the attic of sci-fi
Time for a treasure dredged from my own, personal Fortress of Nostalgia-tude. In 1981 Superman was drafted by the UK's Health Education Council to stamp out the glowing, red-tipped menace of Nick O'Teen, a cackling reprobate pimping cigarettes to the nation's youth. Oh, how we lived in fear that one crafty puff on a gasper would result in instant exile to the Phantom Zone. As you can see, I nobly signed on for the Man of Steel's crusade. But Superman, listen, I have a confession. There was this one party, you see, and I was trying to look so cool...
