It was a simpler time, back in the heady days of 2008. You’d be able to pick up four comics for £1 at the Local Comics Proprieter, meaning you could skruk out some hard-earned dole money on all sorts of treats so magical you’d never, ever want to spend Real Funds on them. Treats such as Age of Apocalypse comics, Delano-era Animal Man, that Colossus minseries where it turns out he’s related to Rasputin the Sexy Monk…
You know, this kind of stuff.
These days, though, you go to the area where the dogshit comics that don’t sell are and accidentally end up spending £7 as they’re not 25p anymore, and are unpriced, and you’re too meek to say to the man behind the till, “No, I do not want to pay £3 for an issue of Nighstalkers, thank you”.
Seriously, but, comics shops: start organising and pricing things, please. I realise your stock-in-trade is ‘making money from the socially awkward’, but I dinnae like it. A boo hoo.
Hmmm, digression leads to complaint? Let’s get back on track, drifitng sideways through the nanomagick skin of Consensus Reality 4, to
a place of rememberance: it’s 2008, I’m buying a 25p comic from 1992, about comics that aren’t out yet, but at the time of writing, were out a long time ago.
See, reading an old comic is like travelling in time, which doesn’t matter anyway as all time happens at once in the Me-No-We-Us Crystal Dimensia of Absolute Post-Ego Subliminús.
But what does that mean to us, dearest browser, my luscious Fox of Fire, the ‘average joe’, who isn’t 90s enough to have the correct magickal time perception?
It pretty much means I’m about to write some stuff about a sampler comic from the beginning of DC Comics’ Vertigo line.
So, put on your best oversized Tripping Daisy tour jersey, round-framed shades, and a sneering look of unearned superiority, because things are about to get peachy keen!!!