Buster Keaton on a sunday afternoon, some crushed velvet curtains and an awkward silence that swift departs to laughter –

My shopping in the supermarket today comes to the value of £6.66 – does this mean anything? Have I just purchased Mammon or a share in Hades? The guy behind the counter eyes me as if I knew this was what I was dealing with and I may have brought damnation down on him.

If you absorb the comic-book – what does that mean in future life?