Clark Kent was in reflective mood as he filled in the back story for those of us who don’t know who Superman is and how he came to be.
As the spaceship carrying Superbaby clattered into a hayfield in Kansas, Clark mused it was “the most vivid memories are the day my life changed”.
I’ll be honest, my most vivid memories of Superman go back to Christopher Reeve in the movie franchise and Teri Hatcher, the Lois Lane of the new adventures TV show of the Nineties.
I was more a Beano and Roy of the Rovers kind of guy when it came to comics, and the only Marvel I can really remember from growing up was that horrible milk substitute, so Superman and Lois was probably not aimed at me.
But things change. And they certainly have for the happy couple who have been joined by a grumpier couple in teenage twin boys as the story was brought bang up to date.
Things looked to be okay, fair enough one of the twins, Jordan, was a bit stroppy and the other, Jonathan, had a bit too much to say for himself, but I think we all know kids like that.
“I’m living in Metropolis, raising two teenage boys and married to the most famous journalist in the world (not Piers Morgan),” Clark told us.
All he wanted to do was “make the world safer for the people I love” and we all went ‘ahhh’ then ‘oooh’ because some pesky blighter was attacking nuclear reactors. You don’t need that when you’re knocking up some Super Noodles for the kids.
Then he got the sack from the Daily Planet. Then his mum died. It wasn’t stacking up to be a super day and Lois was giving him an earful about even thinking about nipping off to Sellafield.
Back in Smallville for the funeral, things took an unexpected turn when the twins poked their nose into the barn they were told not to poke their noses into. What is it about pesky kids?
Then came the twist, both were seemingly doomed when many metal pipes fell on them and Mom and Dad suspected that sporty Jonathan may have a few powers of his own and seemingly saved his geeky twin from being mangled.
Undeterred, the pair went back to the barn and found the spaceship their dad had arrived in. I had a similar experience when I was a child and found a KerPlunk in my parents’ wardrobe that Santa was supposed to deliver.
So, Clark had to spill the beans and, unlike generations of people, the kids weren’t persuaded that he was Superman just because he took his glasses off.
Lifting a pick-up truck with one hand and flying over the house was slightly more convincing, but it wasn’t long before he had to nip off for a bit more world-saving.
It didn’t go well, a scary man in a shiny suit stabbing him with some Kryptonite, which was just as well, as seeing Clark and Lois cultivating turnips wasn’t going to make for great Saturday tea-time viewing.
Meanwhile, back in Smallville, the twins were getting a hiding from some yokels and before it turned really ugly it turned out that it was geeky Jordan who was the Supertwin and sorted things out.
It’s going to get complicated as they return to ‘normal’ life in Smallville, but for others returning to the Big Apple, life is likely to be a bit bumpy too.
And Just Like That roared back onto our screens this week and judging by the reaction in my house, it is going to be very popular.
The Sex and The City revival has been hugely hyped but, I’ll be honest, it is missing one vital ingredient — Samantha.
Rumours of discontent between man-eating Kim Cattrall and Sarah Jessica Parker abound, meaning the latter is not part of the new show and I know it’s early days but it’s like Superman turning up without Lois in tow.
I don’t think it will matter to those who devoured the show back in the day.
Then again if it is as toe-curlingly excruciating as the movies, then I’d rather have some Kryptonite shoved right up my nuclear reactor.
Incredibly it has been 17 years since Sex and the City left us. Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte are now in their 50s, while Samantha is now absent, although probably in a state of undress.
And what are we to learn from all this?
Well, as the great philosopher, Superman, himself once said: “I believe in second chances, I believe in redemption, but, mostly, I believe in my friends.”
Unless they trample all over your Jimmy Choos, then they may as well go and live in Smallville. I hear it is simply super there these days.