New Delhi, Dec. 6 -- Goat-ham, ma'am?"
I looked around wildly. I could have sworn I had stepped into a newsagent's and not a butcher's. The racks of newspapers and magazines, the high shelves of alcohol and cigarettes, and for the children wandering in, a freezer of ice-lollies, were all there. But no Mr Freeze. No Penguin. And surely the farthest thing from the Joker was the man behind the counter.
"Not GoTHam, but Goat-ham," he grimaced, "goat town is what it means. You won't find Batman here. Nor adventure. It's a quiet English village."
Quite another crime-fighting icon, Miss Marple, might have had something to say about the dark and dangerous things that happened in little English villages, I thought as I stepped out with the childr...