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Friday, 30 September 2022
Thursday, 29 September 2022
The year was 1978, the month and day are lost to history. It was, as they say, 'chucking it down', and by the time I arrived at my place of employment, I was drenched to such an extent that it looked as if I'd been for a swim in the sea fully dressed. I worked in the warehouse of a large department store, so the display dressers gave me some dry clothes to change into, plus a pair of moccasin-style shoes from a store dummy. (From one dummy to another you're thinking, right? Cheek!) I was allowed to keep the shoes, which I mainly used as slippers back home as they were so comfortable, though I occasionally wore them outside.
Sometime in the mid-'80s I had them resoled and reheeled, but when that was done and even before I had a chance to wear them, I noticed that the stitching which gave them a moccasin-style appearance (and kept the tops on) was a little the worse for wear, so I removed it with the intention of redoing it myself. Trouble was, I couldn't find a suitable replacement for the original stitching and the shoes were consigned to the back of my wardrobe until such time as I could find a thread, cord, or lace which would do the job. Every so often I would remember the shoes, but my attempts to source a suitable stitching material remained unfulfilled.
36-odd years passed - faster than a fart from The Flash (to use my patented catchphrase) - until a couple of nights ago I decided that, more than half my life later, it was time to restore my 'moccasins' to somewhere approaching their former glory. I decided just to use ordinary string and, a couple of hours later, my shoes were whole once more. Then I saturated the string with brown shoe polish, gave the shoes a good buffing, sprayed them with a shoe protector and then rested from my labours. And Kid saw the result of his work and it was good.
As you can see in the photo below, the new soles and heels from 36 or so years back have no wear on them, so this is likely the first time I've actually worn them since 1985/'86 or thereabouts. It doesn't feel that long to me, so I've essentially wiped nearly four decades off my personal life clock and returned to an earlier time, at least in my mind. Honestly, it feels like only around a week or so since I last wore them in their slipper capacity around the house and I'm filled with such a sense of accomplishment in finally managing to complete an unfinished task from so long ago.
So, here's a question for the rest of you Crivvies. What's the longest it's taken you to finish something after you started it? Days, weeks, months, or years? And what was it, and why the reason for the delay? Tell all in our comments section now (if you'd be so
mad good). Update: Since first publishing this post I've bought a darker polish to apply to the stitching as, on reflection, I thought the medium brown I used was too light. However, you'll just have to imagine what the shoes look like now as I can't be bothered taking new photos.
Tuesday, 27 September 2022
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Friday, 23 September 2022
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Thursday, 22 September 2022
|Copyright MARVEL COMICS. An okay cover from Kirby, but not one of his best|
As explained in part one, these comics 'never were' (in my house) only in the sense that I never actually owned (or even saw) most of them when they were first published all those dim and distant decades ago. It's only in the last few weeks that I've managed to fill in the gaps in my existing FF collection, which in itself consists of replacements acquired years ago of the original mags I bought back in the '70s. So part of that decade (comics-wise) which I never experienced at the time has now, retroactively, been absorbed into my memories of those halcyon days of yore.
Now, I hate to admit it (so, luckily, hardly anyone ever reads this blog), but I was always a bit of a 'paper pin-up perv', in that 'good girl art' was, for me, often the deciding factor when it came to choosing a comic from the teeming ranks which graced the spinner-racks of my hometown newsagents. I had an instant crush on Susan Storm, alias The Invisible Girl (first one who asks what I saw in her can leave now) when I first laid eyes on her in b&w in UK weekly comics Smash! and Wham! For the historians among you, sequentially, Wham! came first, but the FF's origin was published simultaneously in both papers, and at the time, I was buying Smash! on account of the Batman strip it also featured. (I soon started getting Wham! as well when I realised the FF appeared weekly.)
It will therefore come as no surprise to anyone that one of the reasons I decided to plug the gaps in my FF run was because of some of the covers featuring Susie in all her alluring feminine beauty. She still rings my bell, even in my current condition of decrepit old f@rt, who's too past it to draw even a first look from a real-life female, never mind a second one. Anyway, see if you can spot the covers in which Susie specifically attracts my attention and say if you likewise feel her allure tugging at your heartstrings - or any other part of your anatomy.
So, yeah, it's perhaps a bit odd to find line drawings of a 'four-colour' female attractive, but it could've been worse. It might've been Ben Grimm's lumpy orange epidermis that made my heart beat a little faster and that would've been seriously weird. Anyway, I now declare the comments section open - may God bless her and all who sail in her. (Eh?)
|The perspective of the buildings on the left-hand side is wrong, Ben's too small and Thundra's|
body is far too distorted. It pains me to say it, but this is substandard fare from Jack Kirby
|The car looks as if it's parked on the pavement and Ben's too high in the air. Also, the|
sizes of the bystanders in the background aren't consistent with the space they occupy
|Yet another Kirby-Klunker. The figure of the Torch is poorly drawn and once again Ben|
is too small in relation to the figures behind him. Kirby's talent had deserted him
|This cover certainly has 'impact', though could've been better. I think this was Jack's final|
cover for the FF's regular monthly mag, but if you know of any others be sure to tell me
Tuesday, 20 September 2022
I don't remember the precise year - or even the month, come to that. June or July perhaps? Whether I was yet a schoolboy or had left my educational environs is another thing beyond my ability to recall. At a guess I'd say it might've been around the mid-'70s upwards, but I couldn't swear to it. I do remember it was a sunny Saturday, maybe late morning or early afternoon, and I was making my way down to the local town centre, which took me past a church in between my house and the shops.
On the path leading from the church, I saw my father, coming in my direction and carrying a stool-type piece of furniture he'd just acquired from a jumble sale in the church hall. He asked me if I'd carry it home for him, but I was eager to get to the shops and so resisted his invitation. It would mean retracing my steps home and starting again from scratch, and as I was already at least halfway to my intended destination, it wasn't a delay I was prepared to undergo.
The stool wasn't heavy, but my father wasn't exactly what you'd call a healthy specimen, so had I been a good and dutiful son, I'd have obliged him. But no, I was eager to be off on my adventures, so my father had to carry his burden home by himself. Yes, I was a bit of a b@st@rd, wasn't I? Anyway, my father survived his trek, and the stool ended up in my bedroom, though whether he'd bought it with that intention or had just succumbed to a whim with no thought as to where the item would go is lost to history.
Over quarter of a century ago, I re-upholstered the 'lid' of the stool with a material that matched the original and restored its appearance to that which it had before it came into my possession. It still sits in my bedroom and whenever I look at it, I feel a pang of guilt at my callous cold-heartedness in not being prepared to (slightly) inconvenience myself by carrying it home for my father.
Funny the effect time has, isn't it? I'd like to think its passage has made we wiser and even kinder (though I doubt the latter), and that, were I to have that moment again, I would acquiesce to my father's request and spare him the effort of trudging home with the load on his own. True, he could have stopped and rested whenever he felt the need to and taken the weight off his feet by sitting on the stool, but I take no comfort from that realisation and still feel like a bad 'un for being so selfish.
Decades later, the 'sins' of the past yet haunt me and hold me to account. And perhaps that's just how it should be if there's to be any kind of justice in the world for missed opportunities of acts of kindness and decency.
Sunday, 18 September 2022
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