That one avenger should kill so many people, themselves armed, in such a short space of time would, of course, have been impossible in the days of six-shooter pistols and awkwardly loaded rifles, but set a boy down in a school with a modern assault gun or two and it becomes much more possible, if a boy's thoughts of catharsis should run in that direction.
Filipe, courted by Barcelona in the summer but priced out of a move to the league champions by the Deportivo president Augusto César Lendoiro, gave the Galicians the lead in acrobatic style, but fell awkwardly and suffered a nasty twist to the ankle that left him in excruciating pain and will leave him sidelined for several months at least.
Miliband would be seen to be awkwardly following the lead of Cameron, but that is not politically disastrous.
This is not by accident and for those who could endure the style, or even enjoy it, there were powerful hooks and melodies to latch on to and emulate awkwardly while waiting for the bus (try singing the tune to Send It Up without looking like a weasel drinking vinegar).
Clegg used merely to have to sit awkwardly through PMQs while David Cameron defended policies the Lib Dems didn't totally believe in; last week, the prime minister took to openly mocking his coalition partner for their standing in the polls.
Instead, state-controlled TV showed pre-recorded footage of middle-aged women in Zanu-PF regalia jigging awkwardly against cheaply filmed backdrops, intercut with shots of Mugabe looking younger than his 89 years, all of which had a hallucinatory LSD-fuelled quality.
Leigh Adams was left dazed after a clash of heads with Daniel Cross, the forward also landing awkwardly on his troublesome shoulder after the collision.
Awkwardly, it was probably the fact that Giorgio Chiellini – who did not interfere with play – was in an offside position that blocked the linesman's view of Cáceres in the first place.
Brown was taken off on a stretcher after his right knee twisted awkwardly as he crashed to the ground.
So there I was, sat alone in the tide at 5.30am with Dulux emulsion British legs protruding awkwardly out of cut-off Levi's, my white Converse getting wet from the sea rolling in, clutching a beer like a baby holds onto a security blanket; a lone dismal figure in the middle of Russians going crazy to a DJ nobody outside of Russia has ever heard of while trying to call my girlfriend back in London.
But too often, it remains a token gesture, even a -wilful two fingers up to the conservation officer, facades left butchered and awkwardly marooned, as if to say: "You made us keep it, and just see how you like it now".
