Tuesday, 31 July 2012

PART FOUR OF MARVEL TALES SPIDEY COVER GALLERY...



Once again we present for your pulsating and protruding peepers
more Mighty Marvel greatness from years ago. Continuing our salivatory
series of SPIDER-MAN covers by the stupendous STEVE DITKO, we
herewith unveil the next six in the sequence - none other than MARVEL
TALES #s 155 to 160. I'm sure I can't be alone in wishing that, despite the
care and attention lavished upon the MASTERWORKS and OMNIBUS
volumes which the House of Ideas currently publishes, it would be great
to see their vast back catalogue presented in actual monthly comicbooks
once more. Just think - THE FANTASTIC FOUR, THOR, THE HULK, THE
AVENGERS, Dr. STRANGE, etc., all with their original cover artwork.
All those in favour, say "Aye!" - "AYE!"

Right, that's it carried then. Now it's up to Marvel.  






Remember to tune in again soon for another six super covers in this
smashing series.

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO...



Here's a little something I rediscovered recently. It's an order of service
I did for a friend's wedding back in 1980. Done freehand, apart (obviously)
from a pencil guide underneath each line of lettering to keep it straight.
The lettering itself was done with an italic fountain pen. It didn't turn out
too bad in my opinion, but, then again, I'm somewhat biased.


Paeans are most welcome in the comments section.

Monday, 30 July 2012

SANDPAPER YOUR BUM - THE IZAL WAY...


I remember (back when I
was a kid) raising my hand in
class one day to ask permission
to go to the toilet. The teacher
must have enquired whether I
would be 'standing' or 'sitting'
because I recall her opening a
cupboard and taking out a roll of
loo paper, from which she tore
off one sheet and handed it to me.
I was only five years old at the time,
but no way in hell was one sheet of
bog roll going to be up to the job
required of it - especially as it was
IZAL toilet paper, which was rough
on one side and smooth on the
other. Using the rough side was
like scraping your bum with a cheese-grater, and using the smooth side only
smeared any remnants of your 'deposits' all over your nether-cheeks. (Either
way, the jaggy edges it acquired when it became scrunched on 'application'
almost tore your @rse apart.) I'm sure this teacher would've used more than
one sheet to wipe her own posterior, so what she was thinking of in doling it
out only in single figures is a mystery worthy of Sherlock Holmes himself.

Izal medicated toilet paper had other uses of course. It came in handy for
playing the comb'n'paper (shame on you if you don't know what I'm talking
about), and also as tracing paper for those less artistically inclined than
myself. A couple of years and another primary school later, I remember one
lad coming in one morning with a tracing of RUMPELSTILTSKIN from
his school reading book and trying to pass it off as an original drawing. The
game was up when the sheet of Izal was placed over the page in the book,
revealing him as the bare-faced liar that he was. (And became renowned
for in subsequent years.) "My sister drew it!", he lamely proclaimed -
much to the ridicule of the rest of the class.

Looking at the picture at the start of this post, I can even remember
what the paper smelled like - before use, I mean. It had a slight whiff
of disinfectant that was not altogether unpleasant, and the memory of
it whisks me right back to my childhood. It was even commonly used in
homes, not just schools and hospitals. Having said that, however, thank
goodness for the advent of the ANDREX puppy and the soft, cushioned
toilet rolls with which it so playfully romped. Life is full of enough trials
and tribulations without the performance of one's necessary toilet
ablutions being yet one more of them, I'm sure you'll agree.
   

And, in case you want to relive a moment from your youth, Izal
medicated toilet roll and tissues are still available online from various
suppliers. Go on, treat your botty to a good ol' fashioned scrape at the
earliest opportunity. (In a non-pervy way of course.) 

THE RETURN OF SKETCH OF THE DAY...



Well, strictly speaking, the above drawing isn't a sketch, but I thought you
might like to see it anyway. I drew it back in 1979 while working in my local
library, for a colleague who was heavily involved with the SNP. An election
was upcoming, so he asked me to produce something which illustrated the
Scottish Lion Rampant awakening after a long sleep - just in case, you
understand. I drew this quickly with a Tempo felt-tip pen, but I could've
saved myself the bother - his party did diddly-squat.

Had the SNP won, the intention was to publish this in newspapers, but
it would really have needed to be in colour to work properly. If you look
closely, you'll see that the top bedsheet is the Union Flag (commonly, but
erroneously, called the Union Jack - unless it's flying from the mast of a
ship), with the Scottish Saint Andrew's Flag underneath. As far as
symbolism goes, it wasn't a bad idea - even if it was a tad optimistic
from that particular party's perspective.

Sunday, 29 July 2012

IF YOU HAD ONE WISH...



If, by some magical process, you had one wish, what would you wish
for above all else? Would it be wealth, health, youth, looks, immortality -
or some other aspect which could be yours for the wishing? Sex appeal,
hair, height, charisma, etc., you name it and just imagine you could have
it in a heartbeat.

In the following poem, the writer's wish is abundantly clear -
but what would you wish for?

******

The time hangs heavy on my hands as I think back on bygone days,
When in fair childhood's far-off lands I played beneath Sol's golden rays.
I thought myself immortal then and never spared a thought for death,
For I was just a lad of ten, but now I'm old and short of breath.

With little time in front of me my gaze turns backwards to the past,
And days of glory do I see of happy times I thought would last.
But Time, the one who mocks us all, will have her way as years pass by,
We are but captives in Time's thrall and 'tis appointed that we die.

But in my mind I'm young once more, surrounded by my childhood friends,
And things are as they were before in mystic time that never ends.
There's Tom and Jim and Joe and Bill, restored to youth once more in dreams,
We play again upon that hill which rang with laughs and joyous screams.

They all grew up and went their way; they met and married loving wives,
They gave their all in work and play, they led such rich, fulfilling lives.
There was so much I meant to do, but never seemed to find the time,
And now I sit here whilst I rue that I'm no longer in my prime.

But then as if freed from a trance my reverie comes to a close.
In mirrored-glass I catch a glance and wonder if that old man knows
When he was young he had it all, the whole wide-world lay at his feet;
He should have conquered and stood tall - but now I stoop low in defeat.

My friends are gone, dead many years, and I am left to face my fate,
I try to hold back stinging tears and know I've left things far too late.
I should have made more of my life and not just let it slip away,
And raw regret cuts like a knife for things unsaid I meant to say.

Regret for things I meant to do, but sadly, madly, left undone.
The women that I meant to woo, who might have borne to me a son.
I sat and watched life pass me by as I was left upon the shelf,
And then it was too late to try and I blame no one but myself.

So one truth now I realize, that life is like a bitter pill,
And as I dab tears fom my eyes I dream once more of that green hill,
Remembering with poignant joy the happy lad I was at ten -
And wish I was a little boy, if only for one day again.

(Halcyon Days by Iain Osborne.)

******

Feel free to share your wishes in the comments section.

Saturday, 28 July 2012

THE WAY IT BEGAN... (FAVOURITE COMICS OF THE PAST - PART SEVEN)



I bought my original copy of the
above comic - THE FANTASTIC
FOUR #126 - in a newsagents in
Hamilton, Scotland, on Friday,
October 6th, 1972. I should have
been at school, and would've
been if not for the fact that I'd
already been off ill for a couple
of days and it was hardly worth
going back on the last day
before the weekend. I therefore
stayed absent, and - as I was
feeling slightly better as the
morning wore on - my father
took me with him when he
journeyed into Hamilton on
some errand or other.

I also picked up another copy
of THE MIGHTY WORLD OF
MARVEL #1 that afternoon 
(which had been released only the
Saturday before), the second issue
being due out the next day. I well
remember the fun I had comparing
JACK KIRBY's version of the FF's
origin with JOHN BUSCEMA's -
it sure was difficult to decide on
which interpretation was best,
although Big John's was a tad more
dynamically rendered. Having said
that, he was channelling Jack's solid
story-telling principles through his
own style, so Kirby deserves a
share of the credit, I suppose.

This was ROY THOMAS's first
issue as regular scripter of the
FF. He'd written some fill-in
stories before, of course, when
STAN LEE was on vacation, but
this was his 'debut' as the quartet's
ongoing scribe now that Stan had
been promoted to president and
publisher with little or no time for
writing. At least, that was the plan,
but Roy's increased duties as
newly appointed editor-in-chief
meant that he soon had to turn
the regular scripting chores over
to someone else. (Step forward
twenty year old boy-genius,
GERRY CONWAY.)

This issue was intended to mark
a new beginning for the fabulous
foursome, and the title managed
to offer some respectable stories
before losing its impetus some-
where along the line. Eventually,
the comic began to tread water,
until writer/artist JOHN BYRNE
came on board with issue #232 in
1981. His 'Back to Basics' first
issue succeeded in revitalising
the flagging series and restored
some much-needed credibility
to the cover's famous tag-line:
"The World's Greatest Comic
Magazine!" FF fans everywhere
were mighty grateful.

However, with that landmark 126th issue back in 1972, the heady hint of
promise hung heavy in the air, and - for a while at least - the expectations
of the faithful were not disappointed. 

GOING TO THE GROSVENOR, GUV'NOR?



Those of a certain age who are familiar with Glasgow's West
End will remember the famous Grosvenor Cafe once situated in
the equally famous Ashton Lane.  At one time it was renowned for its
all-you-can-eat 99 pence student breakfasts.  Unfortunately, I didn't
discover this charming establishment until August of 1999, when I and a
young lady partook of a good old-fashioned 'fry-up' one morning in an
attempt to replenish the energy we had so enthusiastically expended
the night before.  Breakfasts cost a little more than 99p by that time
('though still extremely reasonably priced), and I instantly fell in love
with the place.  Consequently, I returned as often as I could over
the course of the next couple of years or so.

Imagine my dismay then, when I read in The Daily Record,
dated Saturday, November 3rd, 2001, that the historic eaterie had
closed its doors for the final time.  However, exactly a week later, on
the 10th, the same newspaper reported that a new owner had moved the
cafe upstairs.  Alas, it was the same in name only - even 'though some of
the staff from downstairs had come with it.  The original premises were
turned into a Vodka-Wodka Bar, and the new Grosvenor didn't
last too long before becoming a Mediterranean-style eaterie
called Mimmo's.


(As it turned out, Mimmo's proved to be an excellent restaurant, and
I had many a fine meal there over the years.  A few weeks back, however,
I trotted along to treat myself to yet another gourmet delight - only to find
it also had closed.  I was informed by staff in the bar downstairs that it had
relocated, and that a new owner would be re-opening the upstairs premises
under another name, but I haven't yet had a chance to get back along and
check the place out.  Here's hoping it can continue the fine standard
established by the previous owner.  Although I digress.)

So, for all those who remember the Grosvenor Cafe in Ashton Lane,
here's a couple of photos from 2000 to stir up some fond memories for
you.  (I'd have taken more, but my camera ran out of film.)  The mural on
the wall was printed on the old cafe's menus a little while before it closed,
and I managed to bribe one of the waitresses who went to work upstairs
to part with one she'd kept as a souvenir.  One glance at that mural and
it's 1999 once more, and I'm having breakfast with a young lady whose
insatiable appetite was not confined to bangers, beans, bacon and
eggs, regardless of how delicious they happened to be.

Ah, to be young again.

******

Re-reading this today, September 6th, 2013, I'm struck by
the fact that The Grosvenor Cafe has now been gone for a couple
of months short of twelve years.  My visits took place over a mere
two year period ('though seems longer than that), but the memories
remain as fresh and as vivid as if they occurred only a few short
months ago.  Where on earth does the time go?

Friday, 27 July 2012

MIKE NOBLE'S FIREBALL XL5 - PART SIX...



Here it is - the fabulous finale of FIREBALL XL5's encounter
with the Snowmen of planet Uraniture, written by ALAN FENNELL,
drawn by MIKE NOBLE, and originally published in TV CENTURY 21
#38, cover-dated October 16th, 2065. As a six year old boy, I was utterly
gripped by this adventure and couldn't wait until the next instalment - and
it never failed to deliver in the action, excitement and suspense stakes.
Kids of the '50s may have had THE EAGLE and DAN DARE, but, to
be honest, I think they were short-changed in comparison to readers
of TV21, which really was a comic of the 21st Century.

Stories from Eagle seem rather dated now (and have done for
decades), but strips from the latter publication still hold up well today.
FRANK HAMPSON's Dan Dare tales can't disguise the obvious - they're
a 1950's vision of what the future might be and it shows on every page.
However, the FIREBALL, STINGRAY and THUNDERBIRDS strips
are still far ahead of their time in terms of craft and uniform designs,
and are almost as fresh as the day they were created.

Well, that's what I think - feel free to
disagree in the comments section.
   

For Part Five, click here. For Part One, click here.
 
******
 
For all lovers of comics (particularly American ones), BARRY
PEARL has a great site which can be accessed by clicking here.
Take a look - you're sure to love it!

Thursday, 26 July 2012

THE HEIGHT OF CELEBRITY...


Rob with the late Mary Tamm. Stunning, isn't she?

A fascinating site that I'm sure a lot of you will be interested in
perusing can be accessed here. The host of the site (celebheights),
ROB PAUL, has met a plethora of stars and celebrities over the years
and, with the aid of photographs, reveals the true heights (or a close
approximation) of various showbiz personalities, which often differ
from their 'official' statistics. (Hell, if they'd 'lie' about their age,
why not about how tall they are?)

So, if your into a bit of star-spotting, hotfoot it on over to
   Rob's site at the above link - and tell them Kid sent you.   

TERRY'S GIRLFRIEND PASSES AWAY...



Most people will remember her as ROMANA, assistant and fellow
(didn't look like a fellow to me) Time Lord to TOM BAKER's DOCTOR
WHO in the long-running BBC science-fiction series. However, I can't help
but think of her as TERRY COLLIER's Finnish girlfriend, CHRISTINA,
in THE LIKELY LADS, the film version of the popular television series in
the '60s and '70s. (The '70s series was called WHATEVER HAPPENED
TO THE LIKELY LADS - without a question mark.)

I'm referring to actress MARY TAMM, who has sadly died from
cancer at the far-too young age of sixty-two. Mary appeared in various
movies, television, and theatre productions, but it's perhaps as Romana
that she'll be best remembered by viewers of a certain age. What's more
important however, is that she'll be remembered as a loving wife, mother,
and comrade by her family and friends, and all those who were
closest to her.

At the end of the day, that's all anyone can hope for.  

SCHOOL'S OUT FOREVER...

 

Regular readers will have heard me witter on about my old primary
school from time to time. It's due for demolition in about a year, although
it's currently housing pupils from another school while a new building is
being constructed for them to move into.

However, the school on which I've previously waxed eloquent was
not the first one I attended. No, before that, when I lived in a different
neighbourhood, I was the pupil of another educational establishment
for which I also have a warm, nostalgic affection.

'Twas in this very school that enthralled pupils discussed TV shows
like THE SINGING, RINGING TREE and ROBINSON CRUSOE, on
the mornings after they were first broadcast back in the '60s. We enthused
about SUPERCAR, FIREBALL XL5 and STINGRAY on our TV screens,
and also in the pages of TV CENTURY 21, which was then a new
comics sensation.

Ah, happy memories of days gone by! It was therefore sad to see,
while passing it the other night, that the bulldozers had begun their work
of obliterating it from the face of the earth. I knew it was due to happen,
but I had been informed (wrongly) that it wouldn't be 'til October, and
had entertained hopes of getting access to take some photos and
record it for posterity.

Fortunately, I had managed to get photos of the place some years
back, although the camera I used wasn't as good as my current one and
the pictures were of average quality. That's why I was eager to repeat the
procedure - so that I could hopefully obtain some superior images.
Alas, it was destined not to be.

 However, I suppose I can still seek solace in my stock of older photos,
as well as in the many happy recollections stored away in the cupboards
of memory, ready to be accessed at a moment's notice whenever I once
again want to walk down the first school corridors of my childhood.

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

THE COMPLEXITIES OF TIME...



The perception of time has always perplexed me. Let me
give you an example. Under normal circumstances, one would
assume that a period of twenty years to a sixty year old, in retrospect,
should seem, proportionately speaking, the same length of time as four
years does to a twelve year old; in both cases it's a third of their respective
lives. However, we all know that time seems to pass more quickly the older
one gets, so twenty years to someone in their sixties probably only seems
like ten at the most, which is one sixth of their life. But one sixth of a twelve
year old's life is only two years, so wouldn't they seem to him what twenty
years do to a sixty year old? That must mean 'though, that two years
and four years appear to be pretty much the same to a twelve year
old. Or does it? See what I mean? It's confusing, isn't it?

However, regardless of whether I can get to grips with understanding
what I just said or not, one thing I do know. Even if I'm lucky enough to
live for another fifty years or so, it's going to fly by far more quickly than
I'd like it to. It'll have passed before I even know it's begun. It doesn't
seem fair somehow.

Now, can someone please explain what I'm on about?

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

PART FIVE OF FIREBALL XL5 - BY MIGHTY MIKE NOBLE...



And now...the penultimate episode in this six-part adventure
starring STEVE ZODIAC and the crew of FIREBALL XL5. (Originally
featured in TV CENTURY 21 #37, cover-dated October 9th, 2065.) Off
the top of my head, I can't think of another U.K. artist other than MIKE
NOBLE who employed the 'torch in the face' lighting technique usually
associated with U.S. comics creator WALLACE WOOD.

Admittedly, there's no example of it in the accompanying
two pages, but it was often evident in many of the strips that he
illustrated in his long and illustrious career. (I'm not suggesting that
Noble imitated Wood, only that there was sometimes a similarity
in the way they both rendered shadows on faces.)

Noble really was a brilliant storyteller, and his action scenes were
always compelling and second to none. Of the four Fireball Annual
covers from the '60s, it is arguably the one by Mike Noble that remains in
people's memories so long after the fact. Quite a few artists, amongst
them the renowned FRANK HAMPSON and DON LAWRENCE, drew
the exploits of Fireball XL5 (in TV21 and other publications) over the
years, but Noble remains the one most associated with the strip. No
mean feat in the face of such stiff competition.

Anyway, hopefully you've been enjoying this look back to
yesteryear, and will join us again soon for the final part of this
action-packed adventure. (For Part Six, click here.)

CITY IN THE SKY...



Returning from the shops a week or two back, I stopped at
a bench on the outskirts of the park near my home. As I sat gazing into
the distance and enjoying the rest, I was struck by the formation of the
clouds on the horizon, which seemed to me like some vast Olympian city
of the gods hovering in the sky. In my imagination I could see tall, robed
figures, their noble brows adorned with laurel wreaths, strolling leisurely
amongst immense, marbled columns, untroubled by the cares and
woes that so often beset we mere mortals.

The park greenery lay before me like Kirby's NEW GENESIS,
while 'SUPERTOWN ' floated overhead. Were they, in some benign
and bemused way, studying we finite beings who live our lives in the
blink of an eye compared to the eons-long span which gods are heir to?
Did they observe me looking longingly at their heavenly haven? Did
kindness touch their hearts for one brief moment and cause them to
call to me, inviting me to stride the streets of their celestial city, there
to spend my days in idlyllic pursuits, free from the ravages of time?

Then a dog barked and, alas, the fragile spell was broken.
Returned to reality, I bent and retrieved the shopping bags which lay
at my feet. With one last lingering look at the city in the sky, I turned
and slowly made my way up the hill to where, at journey's end, a far
more humble home awaited me than the one which had so
recently seemed to beckon. 

Monday, 23 July 2012

HOPING FOR A RE-ACTION...



I acquired the above comic many, many years ago. Either the
late '70s or early '80s, but I'm not exactly sure, to be honest. May even
have been a little later than that, but not by much. I say 'comic', but to be
more precise, it seems to have been extracted from a 'parent' publication -
probably ACTION COMICS, I would imagine. It's dated 1976 in the
indicia, and the cover is not glossy - just regular comic paper. 

Does anyone know for sure which comic it comes from?
Any details would be appreciated.

ANOTHER SKETCH OF THE DAY...



For the 'sketch of the day' today, here's an old pencil sketch from
1980, which I drew standing up whilst looking down at the subject - who,
incidentally, was reading my copy of HOW TO DRAW COMICS THE
MARVEL WAY. (Which I got autographed by STAN LEE eleven years
later.) However, I couldn't be bothered drawing the book, so I simply
blacked it out to avoid any unnecessary detail. You'll have to take my
word for this I suppose, but it was a perfect likeness and everybody
knew who it was on sight.

The subject was rather gangly and the chair was quite low, so because
of the angle I was observing from, it really did look as if he was too big
for the chair. Perhaps I should add in some background detail to give a
better sense of perspective, but that can wait 'til I've watched some paint
dry. If you enlarge the picture, you'll see that it was drawn on the back
of some computer print-out paper which just happened to be lying
around in the subject's flat.

Not too bad for ten minutes work. 

Sunday, 22 July 2012

MARVEL TALES SPIDEY COVER GALLERY - PART THREE...



Have you ever looked at one of your comics and thought to
yourself: "I remember buying that a few years ago", as if it's only a
fairly recent acquisition? Then noticed the date on the cover or in the
indicia and been amazed to recall that you purchased it around thirty
years back? That's how I feel whenever I look at certain favourite comics
in a dreamy daze - it often seems that it wasn't that long ago they came
into my possession, and it can be a shock to the system when the
realization dawns (as it always must) that over half my life has
passed since I first bought them.

This feeling is no doubt compounded by the fact that my comics
are in the same condition as when I first obtained them; if they were
well-thumbed, dog-eared and with covers hanging off the staples - had
an appearance of age in other words - then perhaps I would view them in
their proper context, time-wise. However, because most of my comics
appear to be brand-new, that's a difficult thing to do. The only comics I
have that look their age are ones that were in that condition when I
purchased them - usually back issues from long, long ago.

Anyway, that's enough philisophical profundity for today - let's get
down to the business at hand. Which is, you'll be glad to hear, appreciating
the next six issues of early SPIDER-MAN covers by STEVE DITKO, as re-
presented in MARVEL TALES back in the '80s. If you're not lucky enough
(or rich enough) to have the original first printings of these stories, then
these reprints are the next best thing. So, sit back, cup of tea in hand, and
simply salivate at these exquisite pictorial presentations of your friendly
neighbourhood Spider-Man at his very best.

Click here for Part One, and here for Part Two.





WHO IS 'MOONMANDO'?



Regular readers may have noticed the occasional responses to some of
my posts by a certain gentleman calling himself Moonmando. Who is this
mysterious and elusive creature of the night, and why does he appear to
have nothing better to do than astound us with his keen, insightful and
thought-provoking comments on the wit and wisdom so freely bestowed
upon bloggerland on a daily basis by my good self?

Well, now the secret can be revealed! Moonmando is none other than
a talented guitarist who delights in strumming his fingers down to the bone
in his selfless efforts to entertain all lovers of good music. Whether it be
of the folk, country or classical variety, Moonmando gives it laldy on your
behalf, and can often be found playing, singing or composing in his own
private studio long into the night, in his all-consuming quest to master the
intricacies of some musical masterpiece.

But don't take my word for it. Why not click on this link and see and
hear for yourself just how accomplished he is in his chosen craft? Go
on, it'll give you a break from reading my blog at the very least. (Hey,
where'd everyone go?)     

SKETCH OF THE DAY...



I found this unfinished pencil sketch in a folder earlier today. It was
started when I was living down in Southsea in Portsmouth in 1985, copied
from a photograph in an art book of the author, whose name I've long since
forgotten. (In fact, I can't even remember the name of the book. If anyone
knows, feel free to pass it on.) I never got to finish it before having to hand
the book back in to the library, being too busy pursuing my career as a
calligraphic artist (okay then...a letterer) in the world of comics.

At the beginning of the book was a quotation from MICHELANGELO,
which I was so impressed by that I made a note of it. Hopefully, if you
harbour any artistic aspirations, it may inspire you to achieve them.

"Let this be plain to all: design, or as it is called by another
name, drawing, constitutes the fountain-head and substance
of painting and sculpture and architecture and every other
kind of painting, and is the root of all sciences. Let him who
has attained the possession of this be assured that he
possesses a great treasure;..."

Now - go forth and conquer!

Friday, 20 July 2012

PART NINE OF FANTASTIC COVER GALLERY...

 

And now, from the vaults of history (and a box in my cupboard)
comes yet another six sensational, classic covers - plus their back page
pin-ups - from that perfect POWER PACK publication from the swingin'
'60s - the frighteningly-fearless, fabulous FANTASTIC. All hail to ALF,
BART, and COS, Britain's bombastic stand-ins for STAN, JACK,
and, er...IRVING FORBUSH.

Ah, I only have to gaze upon these pulsating pictures by KIRBY, HECK,
ROTH, and SMITH to once again (in my mind's eye) be merrily frolicking
back in the heady, halcyon days of my childhood, when the world was a
better place and I thought I would be a boy forever. Chances are, you
did too - unless you're a girl, that is.

So come with me now - on a journey back to when the world seemed
fresh and new, and wonders aplenty were aborning each and every
week in the pages of Britain's Brightest Superhero Comic. There
is - there can be - simply no other word for it - it's - FANTASTIC.
  








 


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in this Fantastic series.