By 'heroes' I don't mean the TV series of the same name; or professional people such as members of the fire brigade or lifeboatmen who rescue other unprofessional - and often downright stupid - people; or even elements of the ancient Greek mythological pantheon.
No, I mean Superheroes.
They are the Premier League of heroes who can leap continents in a single bound, or lift mountains with a single hand, often whilst making an 'I'm a little teapot' motif with their other hand and crossing one leg over the other like a highland dancer. Slightly camp, I feel, and with a rather strange affection for lycra and masks. All-in-all slightly strange behaviour and not necessarily the types of people you would want rescuing your child from a burning bus. Stick with the fire brigade, I reckon. You can trust them.
One thing all Superheores have in common though is a great publicist. They get to star in the best comics; get to save the most important cities and sometimes at the end of each adventure they even get the most beautiful women.
But what about those heroes who we don't hear about and those for whom this little piece is dedicated. These are the other heroes many in number and woefully unsung. They perform small acts of heroism every day, all over the world. They only leap small buildings; wear normal clothes and enjoy their end of story romances safely in the arms of a homely girl next door. Even so, where are their publicity people? Where are the artists employed to document their achievements in the latest graphic novel? How come they only get to save small market towns in the depths of the countryside?
The answer is simple. Nobody wants a Mediocrehero.
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