Why should the devil get all the best music

Reading Aunty Marianne's account of our celebratory sojourn into all things faux oirish - which appears to be entirely accurate by the way - got me musing as to why it is that I always find myself attracted to the bad guys. The Dark Lord was easily the more attractive of the two protagonists and analysing my reactions it had nothing to do with their relative merits in the looks department.

I came to realise that it was definitely the costume, in particular the shoulder pads which gave him that very masculine shape referred to by the Aunt as 'the Carrot'. The colours where brooding black and majestic purple, a winning and sexy combination if ever there was one.
I found myself smiling from ear to ear when he 'vanished' the Lord of the Dance in a puff of smoke and could not bring myself to applaud when he himself was 'vanished' or should it be 'vanquished' in the following act.

There is nothing I despise more than your architypal goody goody in a white shirt. I know he stands for all that is fair and true and all that and although I am, I think, a pretty fair and true person, that kind of thing is soooooo boriiiiiiing.

My first sexual fantasy, as I recall, was Captain Black, agent of the misterons. He was all brooding, silent, unshavenness and definitely had the look of the morning after the night before. A look I have gone for ever since as is evidenced by Fast Eddy (the morning after bit anyway).