When to joke and when not to joke...


In America, everything is big!

Not such an insightful observation I know, but it bears repeating.

Our car from the hotel to the Hockey Arena is the size of a truck. All dark glass and muscle which brings me neatly on to our security guards, a team of man mountains, the lead of whom (The Everest, I guess) is   Brian. But the Spider-Man fans are thrilled to see Tom and scrupulously polite and kind and I figure that Brian is in for a quiet day.

During a brief interlude, Brian reveals to Tom that he is a strongman competitor. He represents the US and is currently ranked 9th in the world. I admonish myself because I thought I recognised him and I explain that I am currently ranked 10th. It gets a laugh and Brian warms to his theme. His weight. What he can press...

Tom asks him what he finds the hardest thing to do - and I wonder whether I risk a joke...

I want to say Reading and Riting but I decide against.

It's rude and enforcing a stereotype. Brian is also a super nice guy. Plus if he were to flick the world's 10th strongest man in his chest - it is unlikely that I wouldn't be able to write this post.

Yesterday was great. Thanks Brian.

Today is Sunday - the second day of the ComicCon and I am sure with much more to come...