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Truthfully, when I accepted our host's kind offer to write a guest post, I had no idea what I was going to write about. A favourite comic from yesteryear? There are plenty of other blogs which do that. Desert Island Comics, where I do my best Roy Plomley impersonation and decide what eight issues I'd like to read if I was shipwrecked and washed up on the shores of Krakoa? Terrible idea.
I recently read Danny Fingeroth's biography of Stan Lee, A Marvelous Life, which – as well as being a great read and one I'd readily recommend – had me thinking about my own relationship with comics and how that had changed over the years. Why not write about that then?
When I was young, I read the Beano, sometimes the Dandy and occasionally the Beezer. They were the funniest things I could ever imagine; irreverent, out-rageous, sometimes topical and occasionally baffling. I could (and did) spend hours reading and re-reading a single issue, until I knew it probably better than its editor.