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For you rillumination and entertainment (or, failing that, diversion at least) my comic story. Which is weird. And true.
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This is pretty amazing, so I'll give you the background - is something that began in Glasgow bus station, after I'd returned from working in a bar in Germany. I went into a newsagent, in order to get a drink (a strawberry Ribena, as I recall. Very nice.) As I approached the counter, I looked down to the bottom shelf on a display on my way there - to my amazement there were comics there: Dr. Strange and, say, Damage topped the two piles. Bear in mind comics had not been sold in newsagents here for at least 2 or 3 years.
So, I've also not read any comics for 3 months, 'cos I'm away in Germany having a miserable time. Upon closer examination, I find some original Moore 'Swamp Thing' stuff (including #37: 1st John Constantine, a character I've always associated with weird happenings,) an Ellis 'Lazarus Churchyard' and a Milligan 'Shade, the Changing Man'. This is probably the best thing I've found in the world, by the way.
So, I buy all the ones I want, and get back on the bus to Dundee. Later, I tell my (non- or barely- comics reading) friends about this (they've got a couple of Oni Press things, some Fantagraphics, some Vertigo - very few in all.) One peruses the issue, and says 'The best thing about comics from the '80's is the adverts'.
This is, probably, my best friend.
At this point, I want to kneecap him.
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