A cascading cornucopia of cool comics, crazy cartoons, & classic collectables - plus other completely captivating & occasionally controversial contents. With nostalgic notions, sentimental sighings, wistful wonderings, remorseful ruminations, melancholy musings, rueful reflections, poignant ponderings, & yearnings for yesteryear. (And a few profound perplexities, puzzling paradoxes, & a bevy of big, beautiful, bedazzling, buxom Babes to round it all off.)
Friday, 19 June 2015
PART EIGHT Of The CRUNCH COVER GALLERY...
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| Images copyright D.C. THOMSON & Co., Ltd |
Okay, CRUNCH cravers, we're back with another four comic covers for you to cogitate over in this series of DCT's late 1970s weekly periodical which lasted for 54 issues before the plug was pulled forever. Going by the response to previous parts of this cover gallery, there aren't too many people who remember the title, but it was actually one of the more exciting weekly comics of the time.
Only another 22 issues to go before we conclude this caboodle of captivating covers - don't miss part nine!
The TITANS CENTRE-SPREAD POSTER GALLERY - PART SEVEN...
Well, we're getting there, slowly but surely. There are now fewer posters ahead of us than there are behind us, but hopefully you're enjoying the journey. Without colour, I'm not sure that too many kids would've hung these centre-spreads up on their wall, but perhaps some readers did, at least.
I wonder if it would be worth MARVEL U.K.'s time to add some colour to these posters and issue them in a magazine? Even the less-than-inspired ones would look a lot better with the addition of colour, don't you think? Would you buy such a mag if it was reasonably priced? Or are there only certain of these posters you'd be prepared to fork out for?
You know where the comments section is, should you feel the need to express yourself, frantic ones!
HUNK Of The MONTH - ME!
Found this old photograph of me from 1988 recently and thought to myself "Dang, what a handsome chap was I!" So, ladies, as you stare in horror at the fat, balding, farting, snoring slob the guy you married turned into, look at what you could've had. And it goes without saying, of course, that I look exactly the same today as I did in '88! (Cough!)
(Well, it's my blog, so I'll lie if I want to.)


















