Nostalgia Bubble Bursting Sidebar:
I was a slave to the 60's Batman TV series, too. Twice a week the neighborhood would be teeming with kids and then, ten minutes before showtime, you could shoot off a cannon and not hit one. Like a ghost subdivision. Every kid inside the house, glued to the set.
Flash forward 30 years: Burt Ward (Robin) has just published his tell-all book about what a sex & booze bacchanal that show had been, how he'd lost his virginity when Adam West kicked open his dressing room door and threw a hooker at him, how from that point on it was nothing but a running orgy between shots (keep in mind, he was barely of age at the time) ... so I'm interviewing him live on the air and all he wants to talk about is the lurid sexual stuff in his book. I keep trying to reel him back in, get him to talk about the show, the guest stars, the batmobile, ANYTHING...but he's relentless. It's hilarious, actually, how hard I'm obviously working to change the subject and how little success my efforts are yielding...and how drunk the Boy Wonder is. We go to commercial break, and he begins screaming at my producer, reading him the riot act because I...not he, but I...had been trying to make his book sound, "...like it's about nothing but sex!!!" Which it was, and which was all he was willing to discuss on the air! He refused to continue the interview after the break, swore he'd see me in court then hung up in the producer's ear.
Holy Scumbag, Batman!