Batty conversation

COATBRIDGE comic-book writer Mark Millar is a chit-chatty chap.

On his podcast he recalls visiting the set of Batman movie The Dark Night.

During a break in filming he shared a cup of tea and a doughnut with the film’s star, Christian Bale, who was born in Wales.

They’d been chatting for twenty minutes when Mark said: “What part of Wales is your family from?”

Bale replied: “I’m not from Wales. I’m from about ten miles outside of Gotham City.”

The rigorous thespian was maintaining character, even while sipping tea and munching doughnuts.

Mark wasn’t yakking with Bale – he was bantering with Batman.

Powdery pops

THE cheeky teenage son of reader Ramsey Williams said: “I’m not saying you’re old, dad. But when you just yawned, dust came out your mouth.”

The hunger games

RAVENOUS Calum Withers visited a pub with pals one morning, for a bite to eat, and waited forty minutes to get served, leading one of Calum’s pals to grumble: “Now I know why it’s called the All Day Breakfast.”

Liar, liar

FIBS are fab.

It’s impossible to get through life without muttering loads of ’em.

Maybe you believe Edmund Hillary clambered all the way up Mount Everest, just so he could plunge a wee flag in a pile of slush at the top.

Snow way!

What he actually did was hide under his bed with a flask of Bovril and sandwiches for a few weeks, then re-emerged claiming he’d been on a vertical ramble…

Okay, we just Googled ‘Edmund Hillary’, and it turns out we’re wrong. He was a genuine action man. (Despite being called Hillary.)

Nevertheless, most people are dishonest. They even lie to themselves.

Reader Jenny Lafferty was in Sainsbury’s and heard a plump woman say to a friend: “At the moment I’m kidding myself that I’m going to the gym tomorrow.”

Says Jenny: “She had an exceedingly smug look on her face. I don’t know if that was because she was proud of the lie she was telling herself, or because she still half-believed that lie.”

Old isn’t gold

LOUNGING in pyjamas with a mug of Horlicks the other evening, reader Donna Smith’s 67-year-old husband said: “I hate being a grown-up.”

“Why?” asked Donna.

“When I was a kid,” he replied, “I thought it would involve lots of wearing bowties and cocktail parties. And it really doesn’t.”

Handy purchase

“I’VE a couple of sock puppets for sale,” says reader Alex Morgan. “Anyone interested in taking them off my hands?”