‘I did it! I did it! I did it!’ Perseus shouted to the moon.
Indeed he had. With Medusa’s head safely stored inside the satchel he had originally dismissed as so uninteresting, he flew on in a state of intoxicated excitement. Indeed, so excited was he, so high on the thrill of his achievement, that he took a wrong turn. Instead of turning left he turned right, and soon found himself flying along a strange coastline.
Mile after mile he flew, not tiring, but growing increasingly bewildered by the unfamiliar shore. And suddenly, in the first light of dawn, the most extraordinary sight met his eyes.
A beautiful girl, naked and chained to a rock.
He flew up to her.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘What does it look like I’m doing? And I’ll thank you to keep your eyes up on my face, if you don’t mind.’
And now re-read this with Andromeda flaunting a Welsh accent!