MY HEART IS STILL A FIREBALL...

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When I was a kid living in the first house I remember, in the woods at the top of the street there was a fallen tree that I imagined was FIREBALL XL5.  I'd sit on the front part of it, pretending it was Fireball Junior and that I was pilot STEVE ZODIAC.  When I was around five and a half, we flitted to a bigger house a few minutes away in another street, but I often returned to those woods to play on my tree.

One day my big brother came in and told me that some workmen had turned the tree around while doing something in the woods (no, they weren't bears, so it wasn't that), so at the first opportunity I ran up to see for myself.  I was disappointed, not being a fan of change of any kind, but there wasn't anything I could do but accept the cold hard fact of the situation.

When we moved again, I visited 'Fireball' often, even taking some of the loose roots from the upturned base of the tree as mementos of my childhood.  At some stage in the '70s (mid-to-late, I think - can't quite remember) old 'XL5' was removed and I never saw it again.  (Wouldn't it be weird if there were a wooden ornament in my house made from that tree and I didn't know?  I mean, I'd know there was an ornament, but not that it was made from the tree.)

Anyway, fade out the 'TWILIGHT ZONE' theme.  I don't have a photo of the tree to show you (took some, but never had them developed), so I thought I'd show you a piccie of Fireball XL5 itself.  Don't know who the artist is, but it's a pretty neat illustration.  Always loved those jet-mobiles - anyone know where I can buy a real one?

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(Yeah, some of my posts are pretty weird, ain't they?  Thing is, I just wanted an excuse to show you this image of Fireball XL5, hence the personal reminiscence.)

ANOTHER BABE Of The DAY - NICOLA BRYANT...

NICOLA BRYANT is so happy,

she's jumping for joy, assisted by actor

COLIN BAKER, who can't believe his

luck.  Nor can the photographer in fact,

as he's got a much nicer view than Col

 has, poor old soul that he is.

BRITISH ADS FOR MAJOR MATT MASON...

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Those of a certain age will recall MAJOR MATT MASON, MATTEL'S MAN IN SPACE, and the ads that appeared in U.S. comics at the time.  However, it appears that the U.K. had their own series of ads, which I've never seen reproduced anywhere else before.  Which doesn't necessarily mean they haven't been, just that I've not seen them.  So, without claiming that the following ads are comprehensive (there may have been more), here are the ones which appeared in SMASH! in 1969.  No doubt they appeared in other U.K. comics as well.

Did you have any Major Matt Mason toys, readers?  Why not reminisce about them to your heart's content in our scintillating comments section?  And if you want to see just a few Matt Mason items from my own collection, you can make yourself jealous by clicking here.

And below are two ads which appeared in U.S. comics...

IT TOOK 33 YEARS - DID I SMASH A RECORD?

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A staggering 33 years ago, in a shop in Edinburgh, I laid a claim on 73 issues of the relaunched version of SMASH!, 13 years after it had ceased being published as an individual weekly periodical.  (It was merged into VALIANT, as all readers of a certain age know.)  I took #1 home with me that night, and the rest were either posted to me, or I picked them up when the seller later came through to a Glasgow comics mart (or a bit of both).

There were 22 issues missing from the set I purchased, and it took me over 30 years to finally track them all down.  To be fair to myself, though, it wasn't really until the latter few years of that period that I actually attempted to find them in any determined way, but eventually I did.  I found the last one I needed only a year or two ago, completing the set.

Anyway, last year, I decided to finally read them, and worked through the first 12 issues before tucking them away again.  A couple of weeks back, I dug them all out once more and continued from where I'd left off. I'm now up to #30, but I'll be giving them another rest for a while soon, as I don't want reading them to become a dreary chore rather than a pleasure.

But that's mere incidental detail I suppose.  The thing that astounds me is that it took me so long to finally get around to reading them.  Having said that, it sometimes feels like that day in Edinburgh was only a little while ago, as opposed to the 33 years it actually is.  Time really has flown, and it seems as if I did a 'RIP VAN WINKLE' and fell into a deep sleep that lasted even longer than his 20 years.

So readers, that prompts a question.  Do any of you ever look at some item in your possession that you remember buying with such clarity that it seems not too long ago, only to be amazed when it suddenly hits you that it was 10, 20, 30, or even 40 years ago?  How does that realisation affect you, if at all?  Go on, share all with your fellow Criv-ites.

(BOND) BABE Of The DAY - JULIE EGE...

The temperature's still a bit uneven and there's a

bit of a 'nip' in the air today (in more ways than one).

When it's chilly, JULIE tends to forget her name, so

I put it on the back of her chair to remind her.

PART FIFTY Of FAVOURITE COMICS Of The PAST - SUPERMAN'S GIRL FRIEND LOIS LANE #105...

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I well remember the day I purchased the above mag (along with various others) from a local newsagent's, and sitting on a bench in the Old Village quarter of my town to read it.  If it wasn't on a Saturday I bought it, it would've been on a week-day during the school summer holidays, and I find myself annoyed at now no longer being able to recall with my customary precision.  Once, I could also have told you what other comics I got along with it, but, alas, no longer.  I have a notion that an issue of MISTER MIRACLE might have been among the pile, but I could be mixing two different days together, as I often sat in the same spot to peruse my comics when I got them.

It goes without saying, of course (but I'll say it anyway), that I immediately fell in love with The THORN.  It might have been her skimpy leather outfit, but she fully captured my adolescent adoration and was instantly added to the lengthening list of my favourite fantasy 'comicbook cuties'.  The newsagent's shop where I bought this four-colour treasure exists only in memory these days (like so many hallowed haunts of my youth), but in my mind, I'm still able to revisit its cool interiors and relive happy moments from the past.  If there's an afterlife, perhaps all our cherished places will be there waiting for us, like old friends we haven't seen in an age.

Does this mag hold any memories for you, dear reader, and does it take you back to a moment in time you'd love to live again?  If so, share your pleasant reminiscences with all your Crivvie chums in our eagerly-awaiting comments section.  A memory shared is a memory spared from oblivion, so get your typing fingers tapping now.  We look forward to your input.

I'LL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING...

Like poems?  Maybe you'll like this one.

Hankies at the ready, three, two, one - go.

            I'll See You In The Morning.

            And so to bed my little lad, I'll see you in the morning,

            there's new adventures to be had with each new day aborning.

            Though not for me alas, my son; my days on Earth are fading,

            the doctor says I'm nearly done and Death comes 'serenading'.

        

            I'll not be here to watch you grow in each new bright tomorrow,

            I must confess I'm feeling low and in the grip of sorrow.

            I won't be here to hold your hand each time you trip and stumble,

            though not exactly what I planned it does no good to grumble.

            I stand and watch you as you sleep and nearly cry a river,

            you've given me a joy so deep, but now I feel a shiver.

            My time is short, but I'll give thanks as long as I am able,

            though soon enough I'll join the ranks of 'one short at the table'.

            So many things I want to say before I have to leave you,

            it's not my fault I cannot stay, but you'll have mum to cleave to.

            Be strong for her my little man, she'll need you in her sadness,

            give mummy all the help you can and be a source of gladness.

            Perhaps in time she'll wed again; if so my little laddie,

            should that occasion happen, then please don't forget your daddy.

            I'll keep an eye out from above, I'll see your joys and sorrows,

            you'll always have your daddy's love throughout all your tomorrows.

            Goodnight to you my little lad, I'll see you when you waken,

            and I will always be your dad - you will not be forsaken.

            I've stood and watched you for a week since I learned I was dying,

            each night I've stooped and stroked your cheek and couldn't keep from

            crying.

            Tomorrow I will play a game - pretend that I'm immortal;

            that things will always be the same and I won't pass Death's portal.

            So rest your head my little lad, I'll see you in the morning,

            a bit more time to know your dad - another day's aborning.

BABE Of The DAY - JERI RYAN...

JERI RYAN reminds us what a

stunning woman looks like - and not a

moment too soon in my case.  I'd better

call Fred and tell him that our date's off.

His long hair confused me for a mo and I

thought 'Fred' was short for 'Frederica'.

A lucky escape - for both of us!  (He's

not gay, but his boyfriend is.)

REGRETS? I'VE HAD A FEW - HOW ABOUT YOU...?

DALEKS copyright BBC TV and the Estate of TERRY NATION

In a recent post, I showed you the cover of The FANTASTIC FOUR #126 (though they'd dropped the 'article' by then), and mentioned that I purchased it at the same time as a 2nd copy of The MIGHTY WORLD Of MARVEL #1.  This was on Friday, October 6th 1972.  However, I have a regret about that day, which is this.

In the window of a little toy shop, which, if memory serves, resembled The TINKERER's repair shop seen in The AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #2, was a DALEK Money Box by toymaker COWAN de GROOT.  It was clearly based on the MARX Dalek, but was even less accurate.  In fact, in profile, it resembled the redesign on the DOCTOR WHO TV show a few years back.

Therefore, not being terribly impressed by it, I didn't buy it, even though I could have.  Now I wish I had, and whenever I see a photograph of it, I regret not purchasing it when I had the chance.  It commands a small fortune nowadays, but that's not what fuels my regret - it's simply the 'time travel' aspect of the item - apropos considering where the Daleks made their TV debut.

So, readers, do you have any regrets like that, where you recall having the opportunity of acquiring something, but chose not to?  However, don't let me hold you back in any way; feel free to air any regrets you may care to share.  Honestly, you'll feel far better for it.  Hey, trust me, I'm a doctor.  (Of all things related to nostalgia.)

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And yes, there's a plate with a picture of a Dalek on it, clearly based on this one.

WISH I'D THOUGHT OF THAT NAME FIRST...

Wing Commander GUY F. RODNEY, DFC, AFC

Believe it or not, there's another blog called Crivens!  Or, to be more precise, its name is 'Crivens Jings And Help Ma Blog'.  I saw this old photo on it recently, and couldn't resist the temptation to try and tidy it up a tad.  Below is the result, with another version without the inscription.

Not too shabby, eh?  I enjoy doing this sort of thing, as it restores photographs from yesteryear to as near as possible their original pristine condition.  Visit the other Crivens by clicking on its blog name in the above paragraph.  Go on, check it out today.

CRIVENS' CLASSIC COMIC COVERS: HAUNTED #1...

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Sometimes I forget that there's more to comics than just MARVEL and DC.  So, here's a CHARLTON comic cover, HAUNTED #1, drawn by STEVE DITKO.  Natty design, don'tcha think?  There's a great post about Ditko's Charlton work over at Nifty NICK CAPUTO's blog, which you can access by clicking here.  Don't forget to return to this one though.  You know how I hate talking to myself.

CRIVENS' CLASSIC COMIC COVERS: FANTASTIC FOUR #126...

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I bought my first copy of this comic on October 6th 1972.  It was a Friday, I was off school, and I purchased my second copy of The MIGHTY WORLD Of MARVEL #1 at the very same moment.  Oh, how I wish I could go back in time and relive that momentous day, all of nearly 45 years ago.  Well, in a way I can - whenever I gaze upon this sensational cover of FANTASTIC FOUR #126 by Big JOHN BUSCEMA.  I wish they still produced comics like this today, don't you?  Then leave a comment saying so.

BABE Of The DAY - JENNIFER BEALS...

Did you know that JEN's uncle was a coal miner in Britain?  That's when we had a coal industry that is, which we don't anymore.  "But," you cry, "coal was for heating and electricity, etc., and we've still got them, so we must still have a coal industry!"

No, we still have an energy, or power industry, which does essentially the same thing without actually using British coal, so we don't have a home-grown coal industry any longer.  H'mm, seems I've read a similar 'discussion' fairly recently.  Now if only I could recall where.  Any ideas anybody?

Cheer up, Jen - we'll get around to ogling you in a moment.  Honest.

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(And no, I don't have the faintest clue what Jennifer's uncle did for a living.)

TROTTERS' INDEPENDENT TRADING 'INDUSTRY'...

To my great amusement, I'm advised that, over on some blog, a self-confessed 'wannabe writer' is still trying to talk up a British comics industry that no longer exists (by misrepresenting the views of those who are of a different opinion), and making specious comparisons to the music, movie and TV industries that yet retain a significant presence in this country.

As I've previously gone to great pains to explain, when I say 'comics industry', I'm referring to published paper periodicals (of either weekly, fortnightly, monthly, or even yearly frequency) containing mainly comic strips, as the word was defined and accepted for decades in the minds of the general public, and as yet defined on Wikipedia and in most dictionaries.  If he could only grasp the difference between the carton and the content, he'd be a less angst-ridden little malcontent.

Books, DVDs, digital platforms, etc., containing comic strip content, are not 'comics' in the traditional sense of the word, but a different (though admittedly related) animal.  When something 'evolves' into something different, it ceases to be that which it was before.  And, when it 'evolves' into something less than it was before, then it's no improvement.  If a giant evolves into a dwarf, he's not a giant anymore, is he?

Anyway, there's no point covering every aspect of this discussion again, as it's practically been done to death.  Here's one important aspect to consider though.  See these self-published and/or digital products that some people tout as proof of today's 'evolved' comics 'industry' ?  Were there really an industry (as I understand the concept), they wouldn't exist, because there'd be little need to go down that particular route.  The existence of such things only serves to prove just what dire straits the so-called industry is really in.

The main difference is, I suppose, that these people view any and all comic strip material as being 'comics' in themselves, and they're entitled to that view.  I, however, see comic strip material as something within a comic (a published paper periodical), and though the word has been and is sometimes used interchangeably, I prefer to draw (npi) a distinction between the carton and the content.  (Like we used to do.)

Anyway, who can blame that other blogger for leaping on the bouncing bandwagon in a new attempt to stir up controversy, thereby attracting attention to his site?  If only he'd avoid being so embarrassingly ingratiating to those whom he thinks might be able to help 'grease the wheels' of his hoped-for comics career in the process, we'd be spared having to witness the sad spectacle of a sickening bit of 'brown-nosing'.  

The INVINCIBLE GENE COLAN...

Images copyright MARVEL COMICS

Here's a great book I acquired only recently.  It's a great book that really should have been even greater, but I'll get to that presently.  If you're a genuine comics fan, you'll know of GENE COLAN.  Gene was a master of light and shade, and one of the finest contributors ever to freelance for Mighty MARVEL.  IRON MAN, SUB-MARINER, DAREDEVIL, HOWARD The DUCK, and DRACULA are just a few of the titles he drew for 'The House Of Ideas' in the '60s & '70s.

There are some great images in this 132 pager, but, alas, also some not-so-great ones.  It's always somewhat disappointing to read what a sublime artist someone is, and then see art which doesn't quite bear that out.  Case in point is the example below.  Nice pencil work, superb texturing, but that apart, it's a dreadful drawing.  The figure is too squat, the head's too big, the body's too small, and the legs aren't right in any way.  And the fact that ol' DOOM's left arm appears to be sprouting from the middle of his torso all result in a less than perfect illustration.  (And the right arm is seriously dodgy as well.  Where exactly does the elbow bend?)

For all the excellent examples of Gene's artistic ability, there's a few I wish they'd just left out, because they don't do his reputation any favours at all.  It's not the first time I've found myself wishing that compilers of books like this had been just a little more discerning in their choices, and, unfortunately, this is another such occasion.  It also suffers from several areas of over-printing, where one caption has been printed on top of another, resulting in something that's practically unreadable.  Don't they have proofreaders any more?

However, it would be remiss of me not to put things in context by mentioning that Gene suffered from glaucoma for many years (being almost blind in one eye and having tunnel vision in the other), and had to draw with his face practically pressed up against the page.  This no doubt explains the instances when his art wasn't at its best, and makes it all the more amazing when it was.  So despite its few shortcomings, this tome should be a welcome addition to the bookshelf of any devoted fan of 'The Dean'.  Published in 2010, it may yet be available.  Try your local comicbook store right away.

BABE Of The DAY - ELKE SOMMER...

ELKE SOMMER whirls in surprise as I

sneak up on her with a box of MILK TRAY.

She's even more surprised when she discovers

that I've scoffed most of them and there's only

two left.  She's surprised even further when I

eat 'em.  Ach, she can bloody well buy her

own box of chocolates, the cadgin' bint.

CRIVENS' CLASSIC COMIC COVERS: The AVENGERS KING-SIZE SPECIAL #3...

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Big JOHN BUSCEMA demonstrates why he was JACK KIRBY'S natural successor with this simple-but-effective cover from The AVENGERS KING-SIZE SPECIAL #3.  This one's an absolute belter in my view - how about you?

BABE Of The DAY - COTE DE PABLO...

COTE DE PABLO leans on the rails,

wondering where I've got to on our date to

the cinema.  I told her I was going to get her

a choc ice, then nipped out for a fish supper

for myself.  That was well-over three hours ago,

but it wasn't my fault as there was a really long

queue at the chip shop.  Do you think she'll

 be angry with me?  Women - huh!

CRIVEN'S CLASSIC COMIC COVERS: FANTASTIC #51...

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I recall lying on the living-room carpet scrutinising this cover back in 1968, and that's where I find myself in memory whenever I look at it today.  Many years later I acquired the original U.S. issue of JOURNEY Into MYSTERY (#119) it first adorned, but somehow that comic mag doesn't have quite the same nostalgic appeal as the one above, probably because this is the ish I associate with my childhood.

This was quite a momentous number of FANTASTIC, as it was the last one in which JOHNNY FUTURE appeared.  The very next week, TERRIFIC was merged into Fantastic, so this was also the last edition to feature the comic's name on its own.

RIDICULOUS REPOST: TWO 'KIDS' ARE BETTER THAN ONE...

You're looking at a screen-grab from a video I made in 1991 of a house I once lived in nearly 20 years before.  Helping me that day was my identical twin brother, GEORGE, who, thanks to my mum, dressed exactly the same as me from a young age.  "You're identical twins - so you should dress identical!" she'd say, with less than perfect grammar.  (That's me at the front, incidentally.)

It came in handy whenever we got up to individual mischief as teenagers, because the police could never charge either of us as they simply didn't know which one was the culprit.  Ah, what fun!  I remember once challenging six guys to a fight - then running 'round the corner of the lockups (where George was waiting) when three of them chased me.  Me and my brother then set about them, and they staggered back to their pals, saying "It's an ambush - there's two of them!" 

Of course, the above is all a total figment of my imagination (apart from making a video of my old house), invented purely for the purpose of seeing how much nonsense I can write and hopefully provide a chuckle for you in the process.  Next time, I'll relate how I single-handedly saved the world from the threat of destruction by a megalomaniac bent on global domination - and let my best pal JAMES BOND take all the credit.

Hey!  Where'd everybody go?

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(Okay, so I lied about the twin.  Would you believe he's my Life Model Decoy?)

BABE Of The DAY - SAMANTHA FOX...

That's the problem with wearing contact lenses

I'm told; there's always one popping out onto the floor,

meaning you have to scrabble about in a half-blind state,

feeling for it on the carpet.  That's what SAMANTHA

FOX is doing.  Should I just 'fess up and tell her I'm

 standing on it?  (Nah, I'm enjoying the view.)

WAYFINDERS MOONSHOT SHOES...

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Okay, hands up if you ever had a pair of WAYFINDERS MOONSHOT shoes back in the late '60s or early '70s.  I did, and it's amazing just how excited one can get over seeing one's footprints in the mud.  If anything, kids walked in mud more often, just to see the imprint of their shoes in it.  The good things about these shoes (apart from the undersides) were the free LETRASET transfers and the lunar space capsule with a magnet on the back, enabling you to make it glide above the moon's surface on a backdrop printed inside the box.  I wish they still made these shoes today, 'cos I for one would definitely buy a pair.

Do you remember these shoes, readers?  If so, reminisce away to your hearts' content in our scintillating comments section.

ANOTHER BABE Of The DAY - IMOGEN HASSALL...

Lovely IMOGEN HASSALL has

invited me to sit beside her, but there's

only one chair.  What can she be thinking?

I think I know.  She's seen the bag of Jelly

Babies poking out of my pocket and wants

me to give her one.  Huh!  As if I'd give just

any woman a baby.  Er, hold on, that's not

quite what I meant, so any innuendo you

 think you see is your own, okay?

The SILVER SURFER GRAPHIC NOVEL By STAN LEE & JOHN BUSCEMA...

Images copyright MARVEL COMICS.  Cover art by JOE JUSKO

As all true Marvelites will know, The SILVER SURFER had his own mag in the late 1960s which ran for 18 issues, the first 17 being illustrated by Big JOHN BUSCEMA.  However, there's a 'sort of' 18th ish he got to do (with STAN LEE), in the form of the 1988 hardback graphic novel, which had one large panel per page.  As you'd expect from Big John, he delivered a superbly-drawn adventure, and this is one book that should be on the shelves of every dyed-in-the-wool Silver Surfer fan.

When JACK KIRBY first introduced NORRIN RADD into the pages of The FANTASTIC FOUR, he imbued him with a strange, other-worldly quality that suited the character to a 't'.  He drew him in a fluid way, that captured perfectly the manner in which surfers 'bob and weave' on the waves.  Within a very short time though, Jack's figurework had become much more blocky and static (maybe because of a reduction in size of the artboards he drew on), which is probably why Stan decided to give the Surfer's regular mag to Buscema.

One only has to look at the 18th and final issue of the Surfer's own mag (which Jack illustrated) to see the wisdom of Stan's decision.  In contrast to Jack's Surfer, John's version is lithe, fluid, and flexible, and has an innate nobility that was no longer evident in Jack's rendition of the silvery one.  You might disagree with my assessment, but I have persuasive proof of it.  What's that you say?  Show you?  Okay then, I will.  I now  present the following exhibits for your consideration.

BABE Of The DAY - DALIAH LAVI...

So there I was at the dancing with

DALIAH LAVI, when she tries to make

me jealous by chatting up another bloke.  I

wasn't bothered, 'cos I was busy snogging

SALMA HAYEK.  (Honest!  Why does

nobody ever believe me?)