The enigma that is Martin the Marvellous of Mumbai

It has come to our attention that a fever is sweeping across our great and illustrious nation:

People dare but whisper his name, and yet the whispers echo and magnify till they carry the gravitas and din of a hundred volcanicus eruptionus watching status quo.

Martin, the marvellous, of Mumbai (formerly Bombay, you can imagine his delight when its name was changed so his full title would be so full of alliterative allusions).
But we are beating, as they say, around the proverbial shrub.
We talk as if we know him, and in a truculent sort of way, we don't. Of course, everyone knows of him, and his dark deeds, but his actual character remains veiled and shrouded like a bestial bride, of woe, standing before the altar of Hades (also known as Hades the Great, or Harry to his friends).

For great misery has befallen Ben and George at his hedonistic hands: Mark the Possum (nominal leader of the possum horde) is no more, thanks to his doing; consequently a possum revolt is underway as we type to create a glorious possum's democratic republic, spearheaded by Bertram Possum. Robin, rallying the remaining possum capitalists, is, we fear, doomed to an ignominious failure, and all because of that mangy cur, Martin.

Martin has also declared an insidious yet deadly war on the ursine world, as can be seen in the below video: this is the only known footage or Martin - he is the man holding the gun.



Dastardly!

Our thoughts go out to those brave bears who continue, unabashed, to fight this injustice, and their families, standing tall and proud in an increasingly ursine-unfriendly world.

When and where our next post will emerge, we do not know, as it grows more and more dangerous to speak out against Martin the Marvellous of Mumbai (formerly Bombay), but it is our civic duty to you, the reader, to bring these sordid goings-on to your attention.

Good luck!