As I sit here in my bathchair, blanket draped across my bony thighs, cup of warm milk and a plate of bourbons, I rest my gaze on Salisbury (my faithful labrador) and cast my mind back to that peculiar summer holiday in Blackpool in 1978. And one aspect of it that has often given me a warm fuzzy feeling.
Well, before your imagination goes haywire, I’m looking ahead two hundred years (when progress in science allows us to live into our five hundred and nineties) at a picture of me looking back. The reason for the warm fuzzy feeling is the memory of a comic I discovered for the first time: Shiver and Shake.
But, here’s the rub, Shiver and Shake ceased publication in 1974. So what was I reading in 1978? It couldn’t have been a second hand copy because a) it would have perished by the time I…
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