I’m beginning to think that I’m playing up to the sure signs of ageing that I wrote about last month. Another one, of course, is being able to remember exactly what you were doing at the age of twelve even though you can’t recall what you had for breakfast.
I’m not sure what it was that sent me off down memory lane the other day, but my thoughts fell on the Hornet which was my comic of choice when I was a lad. In particular the character William Wilson, the 300-year-old wonder athlete.
It was but a short step to a web search and, as these things often do, it led me to a batch of old Hornets for sale on e-Bay and I successfully bid for them on impulse.
They arrived yesterday and the very first issue I opened, dated 30th April 1966 carried the illustration above – The Mountain Moved.
As illustrations go it isn’t a great one, but then it was a text story rather than comic book style. But it did spark the imagination of this twelve-year-old boy.
The thing is, I clearly remember reading this story when the ink and pulp paper were fresh. Not only that, but I remember where I read it too. I was lying in my grandmother’s bed on one of the nights I stayed with her.
It feels like it was just yesterday and yet, as I said, I’m hard pressed to tell you what I read in the newspaper this morning.
They were made from card which involved various folds and creases that made Julius Ceasar, Abraham Lincoln, Horatio Nelson et al look like their Bizarro World alter-egos.
Bizarro World? I haven’t thought of that comic for ages either. I must go a check on e-Bay…..