Supergeekery
I am a sucker for comics and anything comic related.

I can’t go to Camden without pissing £50 away in Mega City Comics.

I spent £175 in Forbidden Planet in London on Saturday, despite it only being a week after I spunked a couple of hundred at the Bristol Comic con.

I can’t go past TK Maxx without nipping in to see if they have any cool end of line toys in stock and last time I came out with Firestorm, Harley Quinn and a Spiderman issue 1 canvas print that I have no wall space to hang up as my walls are already filled with favourite comic covers or sketches or original artwork (and a 1966 Replica England shirt signed by every one except Bobby Moore and Bobby Charlton).

There’s a fair to middling chance that I will be bankrupt by the weekend, as it’s new comic day and already I am itching to get to Forbidden Planet to pick up this weeks goodies. Even though I have a list and a budget, I just know something shiny will catch my eye and I’ll come out laden down with something else to infuriate my girlfriend. (Have you any idea how much dust can collect in Hawkgirls cleavage, by the way?)

I can’t even go to the cinema without putting a pound coin into one of those machines that you turn the handle and a plastic ball containing an inch high toy made in an Indonesian sweat shop and stained by the blood of innocent children drops out. I have three of the same miniature Superman on my bookcase. I don’t even like bloody Superman very much.

I’m sat here writing this drinking out of my Wonder Woman mug. My pens are in my Batman mug (including my Marvel comics pen that I have to hide in meetings). At home I have a Spiderman mug. And another batman mug. And another Wonder Woman mug. And a Superman mug. And in the shop down the road this morning I saw a shiny, shiny Iron Man mug. I am fairly sure it will be in my grubby mitts by the time I get home tonight. I can hear it calling to me from here.

I have batman, superman and Marvel playing cards. I don’t know any card games.

My t-shirt collection brings shame to me whenever I look at it – (Except for my white ‘Central City Track Team’ one, which I can get away with wearing without looking like the utter sad case that I am because only a handful of people are geeky enough to get it. And the one that I tried to track down for ages and finally did that just says ‘Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na Batman).

I even bought Electra on DVD. Have you seen Electra? It’s utterly awful.

I have sketches and signed books and Rosach saying ‘Hurm? Scarpe?’ inside one of my three (count ‘em) otherwise identical copies of Watchmen.

I walked into Waterstones and came out well over £60 worse off and weighed down by The Complete DC Encyclopaedia, The Complete Marvel Encyclopaedia, The Complete Vertigo Encyclopaedia and ‘Cover Girls of The DC Universe’ (which I keep catching my girlfriend reading, I think she may be on the turn…).

I got charged £60 in excess baggage fees on the way back from New York a couple of years ago after going insane with my friends discount in Mid-Town Comics. And The Time Machine. And his other local shop the name of which escapes me. Which wiped out and then some any money I had saved.

When MVC had it’s closing down sale, I bought every single Justice League and Batman The Animated Series DVD they had.

Actually, this isn’t really impulse spending is it? This is full blown addiction.

I needs halp.

(Look at that, a whole post about comics and I didn’t make any reference to Bart Allen/Impulse…oh…)
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 21 May 2009, 17:37, 1 reply)

Impulse was the more interesting of the Allen family,i think.

(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Thu 21 May 2009, 21:20, closed)