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CELEBRITY BREAKDOWN. BY BRENDAN BENNETT Tommy Rex - the A-list turned Z-list, just-released-greatest-hits-album, fading but once iconic rock star - wakes up in his palace, the result of his seven-month-running number one smash during the 80s.  He drags his body to the curtains, pulling them wide to view the grassy hilltops rolling down towards the town, the lime light of the morning sun making his flesh seem even paler.  With a grunt, he stumbles down the stairs, and then the second flight of stairs, and then the third so that he reaches his hallway at last, rubbing his haggard and stubbled face with a lazy hand.  He reaches the kitchen, he

CLARK KENT. BY BRENDAN BENNETT & TOM DURRANS So, this guy runs from this smouldering city, pillars of concrete down in pillars of smoke.  His briefcase rattles against his leg painfully as he makes good his escape; escaping past a lone park bench he meets, amidst the fucking crisis, a calm, beige, suited man with black pitch hair and thick, boxy glasses. 'Hold up, boss!' he gasps, halting, 'Ain't you Clark Kent?' 'No.'

IT WAS OCTOBER. BY BRENDAN BENNETT A disregard of literature, or the entire world beyond television, in fact, when I was fifteen, led to my outlook on life being largely formed, or skewed, by high-on-budget, low-on-realism American sitcoms and films.  I believed in one-line wonders, hopeless hints.  If the situation arose. Kissing a girlfriend on the cheek she would say 'Thank you.'  I would part, snail-pace, and stare solemnly into her eyes and whisper, 'Any time.'  Just the kind of thing that I had digested time and time again, willingly force-fed by the big, blue TV, I put out in to the modern world, a place it was never meant to be. I