The Dark Knight raises…funds for RUH at Batman-themed Melksham event


FROM William Doizer’s camp sixties TV show to Christopher Nolan’s dark portrayals, Batman has seen many incarnations.

But have you ever seen him vacate Gotham to journey to Melksham, where the Joker has captured the Mayor and holds her in the Assembly Hall during a black tie event? No? Well holy Bowerhill Batman, that’s just what town councillor and owner of the incredible Komix shop, Hayley Spencer pulled off last weekend, raising over £760 for the RUH’s NICU and maternity unit in the process; ka-pow, take that Frank Miller!

In an event leading up to the town’s successful comic convention folk gathered for local cocktails, canapés and a theatrical fundraising evening unlike anything they’d seen before.

Batman parked his bat-mobile outside and burst onto the scene where a host of baddies battled with him on stage, in song; Meanwhile Catwoman scowled the raffle table pinching prizes and sipping milk.

A huge credit to the actors who stayed in their roles for the duration of the evening and hats off to all those involved; Melksham is safe from super-villains once again and money raised will be donated to this worthy charity and a small part of it goes to ensuring Melksham’s comic convention on 27th and 28th August is an unmissable event. Even Bane couldn’t stop me from going.

I asked Haley, if Melksham is safe from supervillains once again; just to be sure. “We’re confident that Melksham is safe for at least a little while now!” she assured us, “Gotham City Police Department did a great job of apprehending the criminals and taking them back to their rightful place at Arkham Asylum!” Phew, with Free Comic Book Day on the horizon, Komix is the place to be.


All photos courtesy of Ashlea Forgacs.

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