Sunday, 22 November 2020

The NAME'S STEEL - JOHN STEEL...

And he's a secret agent man...

Copyright REBELLION

Picked this up in WHS a few days back and it's a fairly well-written reprint collection of two tales of British agent John Steel, which, going by the first story, is written with Raymond Chandler in mind.  I could drone on, but I don't want to put you off, so here's publisher Rebellion's official spiel about this nice publication. 

Sharper than Bond, cooler than The Saint – the indefatigable British spy John Steel is back!

The John Steel Files collects two Steel stories from the golden age of spy fiction, featuring stunning art from legendary artist Luis Bermejo (Creepy, Vampirella).

Re-presented for a modern audience, these never-before-reprinted comics have been coloured by breakout colourist Pippa Bowland (2000 A.D.) and feature a brand new cover by V. V. Glass (The Last Witch).

The 128-page comic book special features the stories 'Bullets in the Sun' (from Thriller Picture Library #371), where a British MP turns to his old WWII comrade, John Steel, after being blackmailed by sinister forces to keep him quiet about an international double-cross; and in 'Play It Cool' (Thriller Picture Library #379), while investigating the disappearance of Senator Harding's son in France, Steel discovers a link to what seems to be a murder on the streets of Paris!

Originally a secret service agent during World War II, Steel first appeared in Super Detective Picture Library #157 in September 1959 and became a regular in the pages of the publisher Fleetway’s popular Thriller Picture Library from November 1960, a line of 64-page digest-sized black and white comic books that ran serialized stories, usually consisting of two comic panels per page.

Steel’s exploits helped make Thriller Picture Library one of the best-selling titles on the newsstand and it featured a variety of war, spy, and detective heroes such as ‘Battler Britton’, ‘Spy 13’, and ‘Dogfight Dixon’.

Bermejo took over the series in 1960 and may have influenced the decision in early 1961 to transplant Steel from World War Two into the Jazz Age.  Gone were his spying exploits in favour of life as a private detective.

Influenced by the contemporary sophistication of the early James Bond novels, Steel found himself in a world of jazz cafes and shady deals.  This switch was reflected in the title of Steel’s stories too – this collection features the classics ‘Play it Cool’ and ‘Bullets in the Sun’.

Luis Bermejo Royo’s diverse career spanned Spanish, British, and American comic book industries and his style is instantly recognisable on series such as Adventures of the FBI, Apache, Tarzan, John Steel, Johnny Future, Vampirella, Captain Thunder, and his adaptations of Lord of the Rings and books by Isaac Asimov and Raymond Chandler.  He passed away on 12 December 2015.




FREE FUN SECTION FACSIMILE...

Oor Wullie & The Broons...

Copyright D.C. Thomson & Co., Ltd

For all lovers of Dudley Dexter Watkins, there's a free, complete (all 8 pages) facsimile of the very first Fun Section starring Oor Wullie & The Broons (and more) in today's Sunday Post.  Quick - run out and buy one now!

The DALEKS - POETRY In MOTION... (Updated)

Oo-er! It's Doctor Who & The Diabolical Daleks...


                                                   Doctor Who was in his TARDIS,
                                                   which can move through time and space.
                                                   Thought he'd go and tease The Daleks,
                                                   self-appointed 'Master-Race'.

                                                   Off he went to Planet Skaro,
                                                   spinning through the endless void.
                                                   Righting wrongs while facing danger
                                                   were the things he most enjoyed.

                                                   When he landed he soon noticed
                                                   what a fearful place it was.
                                                   But the Doc was used to walking      
                                                   into danger's gaping jaws.

                                                   Off he marched to find their city,
                                                   when he got there, no surprise -
                                                   Daleks soon had him surrounded,
                                                   ray guns waving, stalks for eyes.

                                                   But the Doctor, nothing daunted,
                                                   (did you know he's got two hearts?),
                                                   had a lethal secret weapon
                                                   known as Gallifreyan farts!

                                                   Stuffed his face before he landed
                                                   with a dozen tins of beans.
                                                   Knew he'd need a huge advantage
                                                   to defeat those Dalek fiends.

                                                   Popped off farts in all directions -
                                                   My!  Did those guffs really rate.
                                                   Solid objects?  Easy targets!
                                                   Farts they can't "exterminate".

                                                   Soon the Daleks were in turmoil,
                                                   trapped within their metal shells,
                                                   There was simply no escaping
                                                   nauseating farty smells.

                                                   He was soon back in the TARDIS,
                                                   showed those Daleks he was smart.
                                                   They'll give him a wide berth next time -
                                                   now they know Time Lords can fart.

                                                   As he travelled in his TARDIS,
                                                   put his feet up, drank some tea.
                                                   That's the way it really happened -
                                                   just as he told it to me.
 
******
                      
    Delbert - The Friendliest Dalek In The Universe...
          
 
                                                    Delbert Dalek was an oddball, 
                                                    simply just did not belong. 
                                                    Wouldn't answer to the shrill call, 
                                                    thought 'extermination' wrong.

                                                    Delbert's Dalek-heart was loving,
                                                    such a gentle, friendly soul.
                                                    Didn't go for people-shoving -
                                                    cosmic conquest not his goal.

                                                    All the other Daleks plotted,
                                                    didn't want him in their ranks.
                                                    With his single eye he spotted
                                                    their approach from all four flanks.

                                                    Although Delbert was a softie,
                                                    he got quickly off his mark.
                                                    Never mind pretens'ons lofty,
                                                    scarpered off into the dark.

                                                    As he cowered all a-tremble,
                                                    hidden by concealing rocks,
                                                    something started to assemble -
                                                    an imposing big blue box.

                                                    Doctor Who had come to rescue
                                                    Delbert from the Dalek throng.
                                                    Del had not and never would do
                                                    anything remotely wrong.

                                                    "Quickly, Delbert, I will save you,
                                                     jump in to my time machine."
                                                     So he did and off they both flew,
                                                     rescue's seldom been so clean.

                                                     Delbert now lives down in Southsea,
                                                     has a cottage all his own.
                                                     In his garden he sips green tea,
                                                     green tea he himself has grown.

                                                     All the neighbours really love Del -
                                                     wave when passing his front gate.
                                                     When the postie rings his doorbell,
                                                     it chimes out "Exterminate!"

                                                     So for Del a happy ending,
                                                     let's give credit where it's due:
                                                     It's all thanks to that time-bending,
                                                     Dalek-saving Doctor Who.

Oh, silly me!  When I cut and pasted this from a previously published post, I inadvertently missed out the last verse, which I've now restored.