KLASSIC KIRBY KOMIC KOVERS: JOURNEY Into MYSTERY #95...

Image copyright MARVEL COMICS

You know that THOR can't fly, right?  That's to say, can't fly in the way that SUPERMAN can.  Goldilocks has to whirl his magic mallet, throw it in the direction he wants to go, and hang on to the thong so that he's pulled along after his uru hammer "...like the tail of a rocket!"  Yet in the tale in this ish, Thor and his doppelganger hurl their hammers at one another while in mid-air - without either one plummeting like a stone, the way they should if logic held sway.

Just thought I'd point that out.  Great cover though.

BABE Of The DAY - PENELOPE CRUZ...

Remember when PENELOPE CRUZ was

dating action man TOM CRUISE?  (I call him

'action man' because he's around the same height as

one.)  My town's local weekly newspaper once referred

to them as 'Mr. & Mrs. Tom Cruise'.  The pair weren't

married, and their surnames were both spelt differently,

demonstrating the reporting skills of my local journalists.

However, that's nothing to do with her being easy on

the eye, so feel entirely free to appreciate her out-

 standing natural beauty, just like I'm doing.

HAVE YOU GOT THE BUG? THIS'LL 'FLOOR' YOU...

One of the good things about being a kid is the way you can sprawl over the floor, reading your comics or playing with your toys.  When friends or relatives dropped in, the living-room chairs were occupied so there was no option but to plonk yourself on a spot on the carpet and amuse yourself the best way you could.  I can still remember playing with my metallic red MATCHBOX VOLKSWAGEN FLYING BUG (with a little German-helmeted driver at the wheel, and a Germanic flag on the bonnet), scudding it over the floor then retrieving it from under the card table.  (A table for playing cards, not one made of card.)

I also recall lying on the floor reading early '70s issues of The MIGHTY WORLD Of MARVEL and SPIDER-MAN COMICS WEEKLY while visiting relatives chatted away with my parents.  It was cooler on the floor as the air which slid under the door had a refreshing quality to it, and kept you from overheating when the electric fire was on.  One of the many things I regret about being a 'grown-up' (allegedly) is that society expects adults to behave with 'propriety', and lying on the carpet is seemingly not regarded as acceptable behaviour for anyone over the age of 14 or 15. 

Which is perhaps just as well because, easy as it may be to park yourself on the axminster, once you reach a certain age it's a helluva lot harder to pick yourself up again.  Who was it said that old age doesn't come alone?  Whoever it was, dang me if they weren't 100% correct.

Hands up all those who'd rather be a kid again.