http://www.comicbitsonline.com/2007/07/30/a-nostalgic-look-at-class-comics/ Comics Interviews, Reviews and News Tue, 18 Nov 2008 22:46:02 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 http://www.comicbitsonline.com/2007/07/30/a-nostalgic-look-at-class-comics/#comment-6 The Forbidden Planet International Blog Log » A touch of nostalgic Class Wed, 01 Aug 2007 08:43:51 +0000 http://www.comicbitsonline.com/2007/07/30/a-nostalgic-look-at-class-comics/#comment-6 [...] ComicBits has a warm and affectionate look back at the comics of Alan Class and those days as a kid in the 70s seeking out comics in whatever (often backstreet and dodgy-looking) newsagent you could find who had what you wanted. I know where they are coming from - I still remember regularly buying comics in a very dingy newsagent which was literally a hole in the wall - you walked into a garage door-sized opening with no door, just a shutter at night, all basement in style, no windows, a grimy bulb that predated the Second World War and could barely create enough illumination to dazzle a moth, dark, dusty, dirty, with the man behind the counter in the fingerless gloves and holey cardigan like something from Steptoe and Son, but oh, he had a great stash of all sorts of comics. And he was near my school. So yes, I know exactly what they mean about how it felt to find these sorts of comics in unlikely places when it was the mid 70s and you didn’t have a specialist comics store to hand. Four colour treasures. Or in the case of the Class comics, black and white treasures.     Print this Story    Send to a Friend [...] […] ComicBits has a warm and affectionate look back at the comics of Alan Class and those days as a kid in the 70s seeking out comics in whatever (often backstreet and dodgy-looking) newsagent you could find who had what you wanted. I know where they are coming from - I still remember regularly buying comics in a very dingy newsagent which was literally a hole in the wall - you walked into a garage door-sized opening with no door, just a shutter at night, all basement in style, no windows, a grimy bulb that predated the Second World War and could barely create enough illumination to dazzle a moth, dark, dusty, dirty, with the man behind the counter in the fingerless gloves and holey cardigan like something from Steptoe and Son, but oh, he had a great stash of all sorts of comics. And he was near my school. So yes, I know exactly what they mean about how it felt to find these sorts of comics in unlikely places when it was the mid 70s and you didn’t have a specialist comics store to hand. Four colour treasures. Or in the case of the Class comics, black and white treasures.     Print this Story    Send to a Friend […]

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