Comic Peple
My godfather is a comic and art dealer in London. I have, on occasion, despite being entirely uninterested in comics, been to assist him in selling his wares at various comic and fantasy art conventions.

There are some very weird people out there.

The 50 year old man in a Wookie outfit buying comic porn and then telling me that I should really go back to his to see his 'collection'. I was a fresh faced 17 year old Zapiola and the idea of a sweaty, seriously disturbed, gentleman dressed as an overweight teddy bear showing me his 'collection' and then, for all I know, buggering me and then having me mounted over the mantle piece wasn't a thrilling one.

The dutchman who turned up blasted, and tried to pick a fight with me because we were missing the issue of Bunty that he desperately wanted. And then coming back an hour later and doing the same thing.

The fat sweaty 30 year old and his fat sweaty friend going into a pratically orgasmic frenzy over a Caspar the Friendly Ghost comic, treating it like the was a rare and precious document and generally squealing like little girls. The sodding thing cost 50p and we had another 30 copies of the same issue out back.

The smell too... it was bizarre. And the people wandering around dressed up as characters. I mean, each to his own, and I've seen some delightful takes on Wonder Woman's costume when worn to a party by a nice young lady.... but a 60 year old (or so) woman who looks like a malformed potato... personal liberty in sense and dress is one thing, but realistically should she be dressing so? And then asking the 17 year old kid behind the counter to help her adjust the bra straps on her top?
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 12:31, 1 reply)

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"Looks like a malformed potato"

Ha ha
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 13:14, closed)