Not even once. Not even one time, not ever, did I find the 1966 Batman a
joke, campy, silly show. To me it was serious adventure with deadly
consequences at stake each week.

Adam West will forever be my on screen Batman. I was reading a Batman
comic when I heard of his passing. He introduced me to the Bat world and
that has shaped my entire life since. From my hobbies, to my passion,
to my friends I found, to my psyche, to just about every part of my
life. And death probably, as we all know one day you are going to find my
corpse in a bat cowl and cape. Its not a sex kink thing, it’s a
vigilante thing. Genuine.

And, fuck me, those fight scenes- honestly they are still my favourite
fight scenes in any tv show or film I have ever seen. I couldn’t wait to
get to the end of the show and for the ‘fight music’ to kick in. I
fucking loved it. I felt it. I swung left hooks when Adam did and
screamed ‘look out’ when the villainous guest star tried to get him in a
cowardly sneak attack from behind. Those dastardly pricks. You can keep
your Tony Jaas, Bruce Lees, Van Dammes cos there’s one guy who would
have taken them all down, to a sweet ass rabble rousing jazz backing track.

When you see my eyes glaze over and look into the distance odds are its
not the drugs but I’m just thinking about Batman. I do every day.

And now im thinking about what Adam West was and is for me. And now I’m crying.


Not even once.

Good bye old chum