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Wednesday, 10 September 2014
"MENACE AT 1000 DEGREES!" PART THIRTY OF FAVOURITE COMICS OF THE PAST...
'Twas a sunny afternoon in 1972, perhaps in July (in which case,
it could've been during the school holidays), that I bought the above
comic in one of my local R.S. McCOLL's. I'd already read the start,
finish, and several in-between issues of the KRYPTONITE NEVER-
MORE/SAND BEING saga a few months before, but not this one.
Comics distribution in the U.K. was hardly an exact science back
then, resulting in them not always being sold in sequence or
even in the year of issue.
The way I remember it now, all these years later, I'd gone
into the NORFOLK RESTAURANT (just along from the news-
agent's) to blag a seat and read my comic, but a guy at the next table
with his wife and daughter, upon hearing that the upstairs bar had just
opened, asked me if I wanted his cup of COKE, which he hadn't yet
touched. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I gratefully
accepted his kind offer, as he deserted his family and headed
upstairs in the direction of a cool pint.
I'd finished my drink and was still perusing my comic, when a
girl in my class at school sat down in front of me and declared "Oh,
Superman!" (the comic, not me) and looked for all the world as if she
was going to lift it from the table and pore through it. I was having none
of it, so I lifted the issue post haste and made a swift exit. Besides, this
girl had never spoken to me before, so, aside from me being devastat-
ingly attractive to the opposite sex (he said, with a straight face),
I couldn't quite figure her sudden familiarity.
Now, here's where things suddenly become a little fuzzy. I
definitely associate the cover with the above events, but, equally,
also the contents from the previous issue. How can this be? I as-
sume I bought #237 & 238 not too far apart, and must've repaired to
the Norfolk on each occasion, resulting in both sets of similar mem-
ories becoming entwined in my mind. I was a creature of habit and
frequented the Norfolk Restaurant (which was really a cafeteria)
regularly, so it seems the most likely explanation.
However, none of that need concern you. Your pleasant
task is merely to appreciate the stunning SWANDERSON
art and lose yourself in your own recollections of this classic
issue. If only comics were as good as this today, eh?
Posted by Kid at Wednesday, September 10, 2014