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What a strange day yesterday!
Still in a daze since moving dahn to London tahn and with a mate in tow from Glasgow, I suggested a trip to Camden Lock - to sup beers in the sun and recover from two nights of getting too fucked.
Camden Lock is where, in 1986, Mickey Swift was whisked away into the future and ‘Sooner or Later’ opened the door to my Mccarthyism – I’d loved his stuff as a kid but Sooner or Later seemed like new territory; and it was the first time I’d been exposed to the unique charms of comics’ top pop combo – Miiigan and McCarthy.
And what with Camden being so snotty, brash, punky, pukey and English –kind of like a 3D McCarthy comic actually, I thought yes, this is the place to be on a sunny Sunday, innit?
Then of course, there’s Inverness Street – and Mega City comic shop – a fave of mine and one I’d first visited as a 16 year old (I’d come down from Glasgow in 1988 to check out all the London comic shops and mega city was first on my list).
So everything was in place. Two wasted mates hanging around (just like sooner or later!). A Good comic shop. And some very powerful McCarthy vibes bouncing about the place.
So I said to my mate, ‘Hey, let’s go into Mega city for a sec’ - I wanted to score the latest All Star and Batgrant. Scan, scan, scan the shelves – what the fuck? SOLO? BMC2?
AM I FUCKIN DREAMING?
See, I’m out the loop just now, out of my usual routines; in Glasgow I’d pop into a comic shop 2 or 3 times a week – cos I passed FP on the way to and from work. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I had not a clue this was coming.
And if you’re a Brendan-worshipper you’ll know that his comic book output is sporadic and limited – to say the least.
So to see an entire comic with just BMC2 in it and nothing else – food from the fuckin gods mate, foods from the fuckin gods.
I’ve said enough.
I still think I’m dreaming.
It had better be there when I get back home tonight.
God, I feel like the Lord of Nothing. |
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