Hark! What's that I hear through my window?
Why, 'tis the gentle sound of fireworks exploding with the force of atom bombs.
It can only mean one thing. It's that time of year again. The one where we fling effigies of unpopular people on the bonfire and laugh as their faces melt.
Well that's all very well and good but what fireworks were our favourite Marvel heroes inflicting on us forty years ago?
I remember this one dearly, as I spent quite some time, as an eleven year old, copying panels from it with my trusty pencil.
And, though I say it myself, I like to think I did a rather nifty Barry Smith impression.
Hammerhead makes his debut. A foe who always gave Spider-Man far more trouble than he should.
All Spidey had to do to beat him was remember to punch him in the stomach instead of the top of the head.
Did he ever learn that lesson?
No he didn't.
The Avengers come up against the Beast Brood.
A tale with which I think I'm totally unfamiliar.
But does that blurb mean the world didn't gain its favourite super-soldier in the way we all thought it did?
DD's radar sense obviously on the blink there.
I did always wonder if the Black Widow's costume was made of leather or rubber.
I did finally come down on the side of rubber, even though leather was clearly more practical.
I have no recall of this one at all, even though I'm sure I must have read it in the pages of Captain Britain.
Another of my favourites, as the Leader takes possession of the Rhino's body and still manages to mess up.
Poor old Iron Man. He really does seem to come up against a remarkable number of people who can melt things.
I've commented before on Thor's strange air of defeatism on most of his covers.
Here, it's got so bad he can't even be bothered to voice that defeatism. He'd rather just kneel there looking pitiful.
What a sorry sad-sack of a thunder god he really is.
But, blow me down, Sif's actually promising to be some use in a punch-up for once.
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