Or FOLDEE (singular) to be precise, as I can only find
one - but what a one it is. 'Twas Scots comicbook writer GRANT
MORRISON who gave it to me at a comic mart in Glasgow a goodly
number of years back. I'd just purchased the first two DENNIS The
MENACE books, and Grant had just bought several Foldees when we
ran into one another. We chatted away for a bit, and as he checked out
his new acquisitions he noticed he had a 'doubler'. "Do you want it?"
he asked, obviously trying to ingratiate himself with me as I'm ultra-
famous and everybody wants to be my pal. (Hey, I'm writing
this post so I'll tell it my way, reality be damned!)
"Sure, thanks very much!" I replied, and that's how the
above Foldee came into my possession. As for Grant, I don't
know what happened to him - he's likely living in abject poverty
and wondering why he never made it as big as me. However, some
of us are born to greatness and some of us aren't, so he shouldn't feel
bitter about his relative obscurity in comparison to me. Oh, here's the
nurse with a little cocktail of funny-coloured pills for me to take so I'd
better wrap things up now and climb into my long-sleeved pyjamas.
I wish they'd find me an ordinary pair, because I can't scratch my
@rse when it gets itchy through the night. What we comic-
book superstars have to put up with, eh?
Anyway, enjoy looking at the Foldee and remembering your
childhood. Any reminiscences you'd care to share will be most
welcome in the comments section, so get typing, Criv-ites.
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