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Wednesday, 18 January 2012
THE DAY STAN LEE CALLED ME A FOOL...
November 15th, 1991. A day I remember as if it were yesterday. Better than yesterday in fact, because I can't actually remember what I
did a mere twenty-four hours ago. But that's by-the-by. That day, more
than twenty years ago, is etched in my memory because it's the day I
met the legendary STAN LEE. Who could forget a day like that?
I prepared in advance. I made sure there was film in my trusty RICOH MIRAI, and I mic'd up with a SONY recording WALKMAN before setting
off to meet the great man. I not only have the photos which captured the
momentous moment, but also an audio recording of the interchange
between MR MARVEL and myself. I wanted to preserve the encounter
It's excruciating to listen to, mainly because of the simpering, snivelling,
grovelling, crawling, ingratiating, manner in which I engage with Stan. It's
probably the most embarrassing example of 'brown-nosing' you'll ever
hear - if I was prepared to let you hear it. (But I'm not.) All I can say in my
defence is that, hey - it was Stan Lee. You'd have been the same.
During the course of events, I asked Stan to sign a few books I'd
taken along for the purpose. Not one, but a few, so there's no doubt I
was chancing my arm. As Stan signed away, I apologised for being so
greedy. "Not at all...I love it, I love it, you fool!", he said in the most affable
manner imaginable, with a twinkle in his eye and a broad grin upon his
We chatted about other things - about SAM ROSEN and ART SIMEK,
some new mags that MARVEL UK were going to bring out, and mainly how
thrilled I was to actually meet him. But I was never so thrilled as when Stan
(The Man) Lee called me a fool in such a friendly fashion as to make it
seem like a compliment.