A little while ago, The Sun did a feature on a local, real life, costumed vigilante calling himself the Statesman. Â By night he helps arrest drug dealers, has foiled a break in, and gives aid to the homeless. Â By day, we now know, he is a 26-year-old clerk at a bank branch of Santander UK named Scott Cooke.
So chalk up The Sun‘s interview with his mother under unintended consequences of going public with your secret identity. Â Writers of Civil War, pay attention.
Says Mrs. Cooke, under the headline MY SUPERHERO SON IS JUST A NAUGHTY BOY:
I couldn’t believe my boy would be that brave, bless him. I’m as proud as punch. But I have told him off for going off and doing all this without confiding in his mum.
We are very close. I still do his washing although he’s a grown man, the cheeky little devil.
It was shocking to see him as a superhero. I’ve not put the outfit in the wash yet. He must wear it under his clothes when he goes out crime-fighting and launder it himself
He’s always been the kind of lad who would help other people and he’s always been mad about heroes like Superman and Spiderman. I used to worry he was geeky.
My only fear is that Scott might get knocked about by troublemakers. I know he got beaten by drug dealers a few months ago but he didn’t say a lot about it.
He was probably in his costume at the time. Walking a city centre dressed like that takes guts.
There’s an awful lot that boy has to sit down and tell me.
He can look after himself but he’s a big softie to me.
The article was even accompanied by pictures of Scoot Cooke as an adorable small child. Really. Â If this was a Monty Python sketch it wouldn’t be any sillier.
Well, except that Mrs. Cooke would be played by a man in drag. Â But honestly, superheroes with living mothers are few and far between. Â We’re sure that Scott considers himself a lucky man.
(via Bleeding Cool.)
