The wisest of women once said, "Drip drip drop, little April showers," - just before Bambi's mother got shot.
Clearly she'd never spent an April in Britain or she'd have been singing, "Plunge plunge plunge from the rooftop edges, huge icicles of potential death." Shall this winter never end? Or am I doomed, like Mr Freeze, to spend eternity in permafrostial numbness?
And will Marvel's heroes be getting shot of their enemies in April 1963? Or will they be filled with the Christian spirit this Easter and instead be holding them deer to their harts?
Only the next few hundred words can tell us.
This is what you call value for money. We don't only get the debut of the Red Ghost, we get the first appearance of his super-apes, the city on the moon and the first ever declaration by the Watcher that he's sworn never to interfere - just before interfering.
I've not read this in forty years. Is this the one where pixies come down from Asgard and give Thor his belt of strength?
Pixies have never come down from Asgard and given me a belt of strength.
Not even when I've needed to open a jam jar.
I hate those pixies.
Hooray! It's a story I've always loved, as Gargantus, the evil hypno-robo-Neanderthal, invites Iron Man to go clubbing with him.
Ant-Man suffers his latest indignity - falling off a jetty because Isambard Kingdom Brunel tells him to.
Stand up to him, man. It doesn't matter how big a whizz he is with funicular railways, he's still just a man.
Call himself a master engineer? He can't even build a proper jetty. Look at that nail sticking up. He was no Frank Whittle. Frank Whittle would have made sure that nail was knocked in properly.
No wonder Henry Pym ended up going mad.
It's the big one! It's Flamey vs Splashy!
Keep Those Things Away From Me - Novel
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