|SUPERMAN copyright DC COMICS|
Monday, 5 March 2018
THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING...
I find myself with a few spare moments, so even though the blog is officially 'retired', I thought I'd dash off a quick post for anyone who might still be feeling deprived over the absence of any regular posting on Crivens! What follows is the result - hope it doesn't prove a disappointment for you.
Well, "Yes" and "No" is my response to the exasperated question I imagine some of you may be asking. Yes, it is a post about me renewing and replacing a 'poster' on my wall, and no, it isn't just that. Intrigued? Then read on, MacDuff.
I obtained the above issue of the RADIO TIMES in Southsea or Portsmouth back in April of 1981, around three weeks before returning home and eventually putting the cover up on one of my bedroom walls. (I still have the 3 page SUPERMAN article from inside.) There it stayed for two years before we moved house, whereupon it took up residence on the wall of my new room, where it stayed for the final three years out of four. (I had to wait a year for the house to settle before decorating, as it had just been newly built.) Then, as any regular readers will be tired of reading, we moved back to our former home, and the image resumed it's previous place on the wall, where it's been for around 30 years.
I'm sure you're all aware of just what 30 years can do to a piece of paper, and sure enough, the page had become tanned and perhaps just a tiny tad faded. Also, when I'd first stuck it up on the wall, I used so-called 'invisible' tape, which despite claims to the contrary, can brown and shrink over time - and it had! (Originally, I'd carefully and neatly taped it all the way around the edges, half on the page, half on the wall, but latterly, it was held in place by small pieces of double-sided tape on the back.) So, recently, I took down the image, carefully cut away the margins of the page, replaced the line of print on the top right-hand corner with an enhanced copy of the original (the surrounding area whitened, the words darkened), scanned it against a white background, then printed out a superior copy the same size as the 'master copy'. I also took the opportunity to digitally remove any noticeable wrinkles and scuffs, though I didn't bother with minor imperfections.
So a nice new replica now adorns that same space on the wall, but I haven't yet disposed of the original. I find it hard to casually cast off something that I've had for 37 years, more than half my life away. I'll maybe paste it onto a piece of card and put it with the few internal pages that I yet possess, but that's a decision for another time.
Anyway, the other topic I wanted to mention is just how amazed I am that, after staying in Southsea for around 3 or 4 months, when I returned home, I fitted right back into my old life as though I'd never been away and never really missed Southsea or Portsmouth. Looking back, it seemed that I instantly forgot about my time there, but I now realise that's not quite true. It was still all so recent and fresh in my mind that I simply didn't feel far enough removed from it for me to miss the place. That takes time of course, but I still remember my first day back home and how easily and effortlessly I resumed my old routine. I ran into someone I knew on my first day back, and he said "I thought you were in Portsmouth?" "Just got back this morning!" I said as we passed one another, but he looked as if he didn't quite believe me, and it occurred to me to wonder if he thought I'd invented my intention to visit the place and had just been staying out of sight for a few months.
You're probably wondering why I even mention the subject, but I'm astonished that I could live in another part of the country for that length of time, with different neighbours, different accents, different shopping centres, different experiences, different points of reference, different local newspaper, etc., - and then remove myself from it all, seemingly without even a backward glance or feeling of regret or displacement. (And I really enjoyed my time there.) As I said though, it was all still so recent to me that it never occurred to me to miss it. Perhaps, subconsciously, part of me was still there, which would help explain the ease with which I returned to my old routine.
Anyway, perhaps you feel this post is a bit pointless or self-indulgent - and it probably is, but I wanted to get my thoughts (however insignificant) down on paper (figuratively speaking of course) before they disappeared back into the void whence they came. And look on the bright side - at least you've got a nice Superman cover to print out and hang on your wall, just like me. And who wouldn't want to be just like me, eh? (Hey, where'd everybody go?!)
Posted by Kid at Monday, March 05, 2018