Friday, 23 December 2016

RECOMMENDED READING: THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN EPIC COLLECTION VOLUME TWO...

Images copyright MARVEL COMICS

Here's another little belter of a book you'll no doubt all be wanting to rush out and buy, Crivvies - SPIDER-MAN EPIC COLLECTION Volume 2.  So look at the covers and read the spiel on the back, then race straight 'round (which is surely a contradiction in terms, but never mind) to your local comicbook store and pick up a copy today.  Go on, treat yourself - the wife won't mind, given all the times she's treated herself (that you don't know about).

FREAKY FRANKENSTEIN FIGURE...


Is it just me or does he look a bit like Ben Stiller?

Look at this nifty wee articulated FRANKENSTEIN figure I acquired recently. I assume his favourite song is 'Unchained Melody' (see what I did there?), but isn't he an absolute stoater?  Just thought you'd like to see him.  Remember though - he's all mine, so you'll have to buy your own.  ( I'll maybe replace these photos with some better ones later.)

Thursday, 22 December 2016

The CHRISTMAS BEANO REVIEW...


Images copyright D.C. THOMSON & Co., Ltd

I've been putting this post off for a while now, mostly because I know the reaction it'll provoke in certain quarters, but also because (believe it or not) I derive no enjoyment from being 'negative', but I can postpone comment no longer.  So what am I talking about?  The BEANO Christmas issue, of course.  I can imagine what some people will say in response to my honest observations; things like  "It's a comic for kids, not adults, so it isn't intended for old farts like you!" 

And it's certainly true (as well as patently obvious) that the comic is increasingly aimed at younger kids these days, moreso than it used to be.  But here's a fact: I didn't begin collecting the Christmas issue of The Beano until I was 20 years of age, and have bought it every year for the last 38 years.  (I don't think I've missed any, but if I have, it'll only be one or two of the more modern ones.)  I've  always enjoyed the Christmas Beano, even though it wasn't designed (as I'm so often reminded) for people of  'my age'.

So why could I enjoy earlier editions but not the more contemporary ones?  I'm not even sure I know, but I'll have a stab at identifying what I see as the problem.  To start with, too many 'filler' pages taking up too much space, for no other reason than to pad out the issue and create the impression that it has far more content than it actually does.  36 pages, 15 of which are a combination of fillers, ads, and activity pages, with double-page spreads whose content would be more suited, in my humble estimation, to a single page.

I've no complaint about the quality of the art as such, although, again, two pages seem to be required to contain images that could easily be fitted into one.  To me, the comic gives the distinct impression that 18 pages of content (including filler, activity, and readers' letters pages) have been needlessly spread over 36, and that there's less actual reading in it than in previous decades.  So what's wrong with The Beano?  It just doesn't seem like The Beano anymore.

So, £4.50 for a polybagged periodical including cheap tat worth about 50p (if), and without the snow on the logo that tradition demands for a Christmas issue, I found this offering overpriced and, overall, disappointing.  It'll doubtless keep younger kids amused for a short while, but not for as long as I (as an adult) was amused by this once 'must-have' iconic comic in 'days of yore'.

Feel free to air your views on the matter.

For 'Beano Boss' page, read 'unnecessary filler' page 

Wednesday, 21 December 2016

HOPE YOU HAVE A SILENT NIGHT THIS CHRISTMAS...



There's a number of good versions of the classic
Christmas carol SILENT NIGHT, but most of them
usually only have two of the three verses.  Either you
get the the first two, or the first and the third, and in
BING CROSBY's rendition, you only get the first,
but sung twice. (Or is it three times?  Can't re-
member now.)

However, in JIM REEVES' case, you get all
three verses - and listen to the quiet power in his
voice gather steam in the third.  This is my very
favourite version of the song - give it a spin.

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

(BOND) BABE Of The DAY - JILL ST. JOHN...



The lovely and alluring
JILL St. JOHN is my kind
of woman!  (The kind that
was born that way, in case
 you were wondering.)

KLASSIC KOMIC KOVERS - AVENGERS ANNUAL #2...

Copyright MARVEL COMICS

The above cover would be a worthy inclusion in our 'Comic Covers Snap' series as there's been quite a few variations on it down through the years, some, I'm sure, even pre-dating JOHN BUSCEMA's excellent example from 1968.  I'm lucky enough to possess the above mag (along with its predecessor, #1), and what an iconic issue it is.  Don't have it?  Then why not purchase The AVENGERS OMNIBUS Volume 2, which includes this very Mighty MARVEL Masterpiece?!  Go on!

Take a moment to wax lyrical about why Big John is one of your favourite comicbook artists in our comments section.  Don't keep all that awe and appreciation to yourselves!

KID KLASSICS: DO YOU KNOW HOW CHRISTMAS TREES ARE GROWN?

My living-room at Christmas some years ago

Or made, even?  In the case of the one I brought down from my loft a fortnight ago, it's made of bristle 'branches' entwined by wire attached to a wooden 'stem', from which the branches unfold to display the tree to best effect - only to be folded back against the stem when it's time for it to return to the loft for another year.  At least, that was the process originally.  However, the wire is now far too frail to withstand continual bending (and has been for many a year), so is simply covered with a bag before being returned to its accustomed place in the attic.

The tree is older than me and has graced every house I've ever lived in.  However, over a quarter of a century ago, some of the branches were missing, having snapped off over its vast lifespan when the wire had become fatigued past the point of flexibility.  Also, some of the little red beads at the end of each branch had become detached and were long lost to the shadows of many a Christmas past.  Then, one day, while walking past an OXFAM shop, I espied my tree's twin in the window.  I soon acquired it, and then used it to replace the missing branches and beads on my own tree.

Standing back to admire the results of my restoration work sometime later, my eyes fell upon the sorry remnants of the cannibalised tree which I had so heartlessly lured to its doom, and I was suddenly consumed by an overwhelming sense of guilt.  The tree had trusted me, had accompanied me willingly, believing itself welcomed into the bosom of a new family whose Christmases it would happily share every year from that point on - only to be ripped apart and cast aside upon arrival in its new home.  I felt like a murderer.  So eager had I been to restore my old tree, I'd hardly considered the act of cruelty I was inflicting upon its doppelganger.

Oo-er - the dog's up on the settee again

It could not be - it should not be - it would not be!  What could I do however, to reverse my thoughtless act of wanton vandalism on the innocent tree and redeem myself, not only in my own eyes, but those of the grieving Spirits of Christmases past, present and future?  A future now seemingly denied the tree I had plundered for spare parts.  Then I noticed something about the base of the tree, which, in all ways but one, was the double of the other, and hope rose in my now remorseful heart.

Both bases were portions of logs into which the tree-stems were sunk.  The logs had then been painted red with gold highlights applied in places over the bark.  However, although each tree was the same size (or had been until my 'surgical' intervention), the 'new' base was a fair bit thinner and therefore seemed, compared to its 'twin', out of proportion to its height.  Had the tree been smaller, it would have been a much better match for its base.

A close-up of 'Junior'

That was the answer.  I would use the remnants of the ruined tree to build a smaller one more in keeping with the size of its base.  I carefully 'operated' on the leftover branches, making sure that each tier reduced in length from the bottom up, so that the natural fir tree shape was maintained.  The original stem had splintered when I had removed the branches for transplanting into my first tree, so I bought a replacement pole from a D.I.Y. shop, wood-stained it, carefully drilled holes at regular intervals to accommodate the surviving customised branches - and hey, presto - one mini-Christmas tree, approximately half the size of its original dimensions and looking for all the world as if it had always been that way!

Every Christmas since (approximately 28 or 29), both trees have shared Yuletide duties in my living-room, the original in the front half and 'Junior' on top of the TV in the back half - each with their own set of lights to pierce the descending darkness of December late-afternoons.  And thus shall it ever be until my last Christmas on earth - and if they should survive my passing, some kindly stranger, perhaps seeing them in a charity shop window, will take them both home to brighten the Christmases of a new family for many a long year to come.

"God bless us, every one!"

Monday, 19 December 2016

BABE Of The DAY - RAQUEL WELCH...



Ravishing RAQUEL WELCH
is the kind of woman to whom you'd
give the shirt off your back -  so I did!
Don't believe me?  Look, she's wearing
it!  (Better not mention she's also got
 my bikini on.  Oops, too late.)

RECOMMENDED OGLING: RED SONJA #0...


Images copyright DYNAMITE ENTERTAINMENT

RED SONJA is a warrior gal with a bit of history.  ROY THOMAS based her on writer ROBERT E. HOWARD's literary character, RED SONYA, combining her with another of Howard's heroines, DARK AGNES de CHASTILLPN.  MARVEL's Red Sonja made her first appearance in CONAN The BARBARIAN #23 in 1972/'73, and then starred in MARVEL FEATURE #s 1-7 in 1975 before being awarded her own mag in 1976/'77.


Jumping forward a bit, when DYNAMITE acquired the 'She-Devil with a sword', she was killed off in #34 of her own mag, with a new character - apparently related to the original, as well as being a reincarnation of her - popping up in the very next issue.  To be honest, it's already becoming far too convoluted to sustain my interest, but I didn't discover all this recent backstory 'til after I'd read this new issue and done a bit of research.


So when I acquired Dynamite's new Red Sonja intro mag (#0), I thought it was the original character.  The art is very nice, but I have a few problems with the fluidity of the sequential storytelling.  For example, in one panel, Red Sonja fights a tentacled dragon-type figure face-to-face, in the next, she's on the other side of the cavern where the battle is taking place.


In another panel, she's directly in front of a speeding subway train (don't ask, just buy), in the next she orders it to "yield", before jumping out of the way in the following panel.  "No way, Jose!"   She'd have been flattened into oblivion in a micro-second.  There's a suggestion prior to the subway scene that she may have been asleep (and therefore dreaming), which would explain the departure from realistic, sequential narrative, but it's unclear.

Copyright LUIGI NOVI/WIKIMEDIA COMMONS

Anyway, at the end of the day, who really cares?  I only got it because I like looking at scantily-clad beauties in silver chain-mail bikinis and don't have the spuds to buy a 'top-shelfer'.  So if you're like me and swooned over Red Sonja when she first appeared back in 1973, then you too should enjoy copping a gander at the art within this new title and subsequent issues, by Mitra!

(Or perhaps that should be 'buy, Mitra!') 

Sunday, 18 December 2016

BABE Of The DAY - SUZANNE DANIELLE...



There's only a couple of words that
you need to read (so ignore the non-bold
type), and these two words are - SUZANNE
DANIELLE.  Apparently, she's married to a
golfer, who, lucky chap that he is, gets to
play around a round with her.

PARENTS, POSTERS, & PUPPETS (ER, MUPPETS)... (Updated)

Not one of the original posters mentioned, but
better than nothing.  Image copyright DISNEY

I'm not a parent, but even given my status as non-participant in that category, I'm smart enough to realise just how difficult - and even heartbreaking - the position must often be.  There's an ad on telly at the moment featuring The MUPPETS (the full version is very funny), and seeing it just a few moments ago took my mind back to an occasion involving my father in the late 1970s. Allow me to relate it to you now, as I'm sure it'll remind you of similar incidents concerning your own parents.

My father loved nothing more than going into Glasgow every weekend and trawling around his old haunts from his youth.  He always visited The BARRAS or PADDY'S MARKET, and one Saturday evening he returned home with two Muppet posters for me and my brother.  At that time I'd have been in my late teens or early twenties, and my brother was in the latter age group, so we both poured scorn on the very idea of having a Muppet poster in either of our rooms, as it would've been 'uncool'.

This attitude must've confused my father, because me and my brother both watched The Muppet Show and enjoyed their mad antics, so he naturally assumed we'd each appreciate a poster of the objects of our TV affections.  Our ingratitude must have hurt, although I don't recall him showing it.  A similar incident happened a few years later when he brought back a poster of Scottish Steam Trains for me, although I'd never shown any interest in railway matters.  Again, my lack of enthusiasm or gratitude for his parental thoughtfulness must have hurt him.

We were living in another house at the time of the second poster event, and I remember, a few weeks after moving from it back to our previous home, I called in (by prior arrangement) to the house we'd not long vacated to collect our old ironing board from the greenhouse and take some final photos of the place (ah, ever the nostalgist), and the tenant with whom we'd swapped properties suddenly dug out the train poster from the cupboard outside what had recently been my bedroom.  I took a photo of him holding the poster, while feeling vaguely ashamed of just how heartlessly I'd abandoned it.

I had to abandon it a second time, because he never offered it to me to take away as I left, but at least I've got a photograph of it to remind me of how thankless kids can be to their parents, however unintentional it may be.  Maybe one day I'll track down replacements for all three posters - then, should I ever have kids even at my advanced age (hey, you can get many a nasty sting from a dying bee), it'll remind me to try and be patient whenever they behave in a similar way as myself (and my brother - I refuse to take all the blame) when I was a mere young and thoughtless youth.  Then again, weren't we all?

Any similar incidents in your own youth you'd care to share?  That way, I can maybe pretend that I wasn't quite the ungrateful little b*st*rd that I must've seemed at the time.  C'mon, help assuage my sense of guilt, eh?
I see that we also left the light-shade.  How casually
we abandon things that have served us faithfully, eh?

Update: Truth to tell, it never occurred to me to ask him for the poster back then so I assume I still never really wanted it.  36 years later, however, I felt it would be nice to have something that my father bought specifically for me, so I went searching on eBay and found its doppelganger, along with a similar poster, which I promptly bought.  I don't really have the space to hang it anywhere, but knowing that I can unroll it whenever I want to and remember those long ago days gives me a nice feeling inside.  I may not have appreciated my father's thoughtfulness at the time, but hopefully I've now redressed my ingratitude from all those years ago.  Below, the two posters I've just purchased, which will shortly be winging their way to me.


And, while we're on the subject, the poster below may well have been one of the two that my father bought for my brother and me back in the '70s.  It certainly seems to ring a bell in memory's belfry.

Saturday, 17 December 2016

CAPTAINS AMERICA & BRITAIN...


Images copyright MARVEL COMICS

JACK KIRBY & JOE SIMON drew the above cover, SEB CAREY pays homage to it with the one below.  And didn't he do well?  Parody has always been a part of the visual language of comicbooks, as has satire, and Seb's cover combines them both in one go.

For more of Seb's great art, simply click on http://sebcarey.deviantart.com/gallery  - and all dedicated fans of good ol' Captain Britain should also check out the following link - http://throneofotherworld.blogspot.com

Well go on!  What are you hanging around here for?

A MARVEL-LOUS WORLD...


Image copyright MARVEL COMICS

Saturday - traditionally the day I'd buy my weekly comics as a teenager back in the '70s.  That continued in the '80s, but by the time the '90s came around, there weren't too many weekly periodicals left - at least, not of the kind that interested me.  Now and again, it's Saturday when I purchase the latest monthly issue of The MIGHTY WORLD Of MARVEL (even though it may've gone on sale a few days before), and I luxuriate in the illusion that nothing much has changed in the 44 years since that esteemed publication first hit newsagents' counters back in 1972.

I continue to buy the title mainly out of a desire for continuity, unwilling to relinquish a familiar habit I've indulged in for most of my life, but it's still a rather nifty magazine, with some entertaining content that makes my commitment to it worthwhile. I must admit though, that if the mag were to resume featuring The INCREDIBLE HULK, The AMAZING SPIDER-MAN, and The FANTASTIC FOUR (as it did when it first came out), then I'd be a very happy chappie.  However, I still get a thrill when I see the masthead staring back at me from the shelves of my local WH SMITH's.

That's the cover of the latest issue above.  Why not give it a try and immerse yourself in another world?  The Mighty World Of Marvel to be precise.  But be warned - once you've entered its hallowed halls, things will never again be the same.  Available in shops right now  - buy one today.

SPECTACULAR SPLASH PAGES #17...


Image copyright DC COMICS

Whaddya reckon, fellow Crivvies?  I'd say this is a spectacular splash page, even though all SUPERMAN's doing is sitting on a rock in the sea.  There's just something about the way it's drawn that grabs the eye and makes the reader want to know what's going to happen next.  Again, this one is by artists CURT SWAN and MURPHY ANDERSON, the highly-regarded 'team supreme' from the sizzling '70s.

MERRY CHRISTMAS POLKA...



JAMES TRAVIS REEVES likes a good knees-up,
and here he is singing the Merry Christmas Polka.
C'mon - dance, everybody, dance!

Friday, 16 December 2016

SPECTACULAR SPLASH PAGES #16...


Image copyright DC COMICS

The titanic team of penciller CURT SWAN and inker MURPHY ANDERSON (alias SWANDERSON) produced this spectacular splash-page, Criv-ites.  I suppose the DC duo could perhaps be regarded as the direct equivalent of MARVEL'S JACK KIRBY and JOE SINNOTT (alias KIRBSOTT?  Nah!), so well did both teams' talents merge on the pages they worked on.  

The result?  Great comicbook art that stands the test of time.  Tune in again for another spectacular splash page soon.

Thursday, 15 December 2016

BABE Of The DAY - SUZANNE DANIELLE...



Stunning Suzanne Danielle
is married to a golfer.  Clearly, then,
she likes to play around - er, I mean
a round - of golf, that is.

RECOMMENDED READING: BATMAN: A CELEBRATION OF THE CLASSIC TV SERIES...


BATMAN & ROBIN copyright DC COMICS

Does exactly what it says on the tin cover - celebrates the classic TV series from the 1960s.  Everything you ever wanted to know - and more - within this extremely handsome volume.  And guess where you can buy a copy?  Here, let me tell you - your nearest friendly comicbook store, that's where.

RECOMMENDED READING: DITKO UNLEASHED: AN AMERICAN HERO...



Are you a STEVE DITKO fan?  Then this is the book for
you!  It's an exhibition catalogue, containing many large-sized
reproductions of original pages of art as well as a biography of the
man and an analysis of his work.  Steve Ditko is an enigmatic, com-
plicated individual, but this valiant volume offers as much insight
into the artist as you're likely to find anywhere.  Definitely one
to have.  Available from all good comicbook shops now!

BABE Of The DAY - LYNDA CARTER...



Here she is, Crivs - the stunning LYNDA CARTER.
I wonder what she's wondering about?  (Apparently, she
does quite a lot of that, which is no doubt why she's named
WONDER WOMAN.)  Probably wondering whether I'd
 say yes if she were to ask me out on a date.  (Yes!)

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

RAMBLING REPOST: The MYSTERY Of The MYSTIFYING MEMORY...


Many years ago I had a dream.  I dreamt I was in a shop and saw a CORGI TOYS ASTON MARTIN DB5, but in a bigger scale than its previous two releases.  I opened the box, took out the car, looked at it, and was quite impressed by this new model.  Then I awoke and realized I'd only been dreaming, and was slightly disappointed by the fact.

A couple of years later I'm upstairs in JOHN MENZIES, and my eyes fall upon a familiar object.  A JAMES BOND Aston Martin by Corgi toys, and it's the bigger scale model that I saw and handled in my dream.  I'm astounded.  Had I had some kind of prophetic vision, or was it simply a coincidence?  Surely the latter, because there's no such thing as being able to see into the future, is there?  Tell me, is there?

That was back in the '70s.  The car was issued in 1978, so my dream must have preceded the actual event by a year or two.  But such things don't happen, do they? Tell me, do they?  It's because of my doubt over such things that I've begun to consider other possibilities.  Could it be I'd seen the car, but forgotten it, then had a dream about it as if I was seeing it for the very first time?  Perhaps that's why I believe that the dream came first, but that I'm simply mistaken.

Thing is, I had the dream more than once before I saw the car for what seemed like the first time in real life.  So now I'm in the position of wondering exactly what to believe.  Did I see the car first (but then forget), and then have the dream - or could it have been precisely as I thought for many years afterwards before the doubt set in?  Obviously it's got to be either one or the other, but which one?  Tell me, which one?

Or maybe there is another explanation.  Perhaps it was only in my dream that I felt I hadn't previously seen the car before discovering it on sale in a shop.  That's to say, I'd seen the car in a shop, but dreamt I hadn't spied it until after seeing it in a dream; a 'dream within a dream' in other words, that never happened despite me believing it had.  (I sure hope that makes some kind of sense to you all.)

Ever had anything similar happen to you?  Something you think you dreamt about that seemingly came true, but now you're not quite sure if you remember things as they actually happened, or whether time is merely playing tricks with your memory.  Tell all in the comments section.

BABE Of The DAY - HEATHER THOMAS...



You've gotta hand it to HEATHER
THOMAS - not only does this gal box
clever, but she's also a knockout!  (See
what I did there?)  Back to your corner,
 Heather dear - I'm waiting.

THE MYSTERY IN THE ATTIC...



Found this in a box in the attic a couple of days or so ago, and I have to confess it's a bit of a puzzler.  I assume it was my late father's as it was in a box of his stuff, but just how did he come by it?  The only thing I can think of is that it was given to me by an IPC editor with a stack of other things back around 1986, and because it was war-related (a subject in which I have no interest), I gave it to my father who was into the topic in a big way.  That seems the only logical explanation, but If so, I've absolutely no memory of ever before seeing the envelope or its contents.

Amazing the mysteries that the depths of an attic can yield, isn't it?  Going by the covering letter (below), the sender was trying to drum up some freelance work with FLEETWAY.  I wonder if he ever succeeded?  That'd be an interesting tale, wouldn't it?  If I'm honest though, I'd have to say that his ideas don't strike me as being particularly inspired.  What think the rest of you?







Tuesday, 13 December 2016

RAMBLING REPOST: NEW COINS FOR OLD...



Following the previous post, I thought this earlier one on the same theme might prove interesting to those who've forgotten it from its first outing.  Remember now, despite the above set being described as Britain's first decimal coins, the first one was actually the Florin, first introduced in 1849.  (Like, wow!)

******

If you're anywhere around my age, you'll no doubt remember L.s.d. from back in the 1960s.  No, not the similarly-named hallucinogenic drug of which hippies were reputedly so fond, but Britain's system of currency (pounds, shillings and pence, from the Latin, 'librae, solidi, denari) before decimalisation was officially introduced in 1971.  (Although usually pronounced and written as 'L.s.d.', apparently the proper way to render it is '£sd'.) 


What most of us tend to forget however, is that two years before 'D-Day', some decimal coins were introduced into our £sd currency.  In 1968, the five, ten, and fifty 'new' pence coins were issued, mingling quite happily with the threepenny (pronounced thruppenny) bit, sixpences, shillings and florins (two shilling piece), until the new decimal system officially took over.  The old sixpence (tanner) continued in circulation until 1980, and shillings and florins were interchangeable with their counterparts for many years after, until the size of the new coins was reduced in the early '90s.


When I bought the above set around twenty years ago, I was amazed by how many of my pals claimed to remember it, saying that they were given one of these little blue plastic wallets at school.  They can't all be mistaken, so I can only assume that I was off the day they were handed out because I definitely never received one.  I didn't even know they existed until I saw them in a coin catalogue back in the early '90s.

So, if you were one of the lucky ones who received a decimal coin set as a child, enjoy this look back at a moment in time which I never got to share - and then feel free to reminiscence about it in the ever-lovin' comments section.

ARE YOU A BIT OF A SPY?



Here's a question for you - when did Great Britain first adopt decimal currency?  February 15th 1971 you say?  Well, you're right, though you're not completely right, as the Florin (two bob bit) was actually our first decimal coin, and it was introduced in 1849.

I learned that fact from the above little book, dug out of a box in my attic the other day.  It was published in 1969, and no doubt my father purchased it then - or perhaps in 1970/'71.  To think it's been lying up in the loft for all this time is rather amazing.

I-SPY was a great series of booklets, and I remember buying a couple in Blackpool back in 1973 or '74 (I think it was '74 in fact), which I've still got somewhere.  Did you ever have any of these little booklets?  Let's hear all about them then.



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