This week’s Paragon Of Class is a swashbuckling space adventurer from the pages of Planet Comics whose name, believe it or not, is the least mind-boggling of the Naughty Nuances which accompanied his improbable adventures. I’m indebted to Kelly-Sue Deconnick and Jess Nevins for bringing his sneer-inducing existence to my attention.
”Spurt Hammond was a pilot who traveled between the planets of the Solar System.”
…aaand that’s about all you’re going to get from the EncycloNet on this guy. Fortunately for us the fine folks at Stupid Comics can shed a little more light. Note the extreme overabundance of Naked! Space! People! – usually male, often over-muscled, frequently colossal – and our tights-wearing hero’s habit of perving over the Same using “the spheroid of his astrograph.” Freud’s ghost just self-exorcised in overexcitement.
Ingredients: a space-jockey (fnar!) in a tight skirt (hyuk!) carrying a bulbous weapon (quak!), shooting (yuk-yuk!) to the rescue of scantily clad Star Queens (ooer!) via rippling Aryan spacehunks with too many arms. It’s bloody “Carry-On Up Uranus”, innit?
Let’s see how well Whitechapel handles Space Smut."
(I'd read it.)