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How many times can a caveman say the word, "Fire," in the space of twenty-five minutes?
On this night in 1981, we were about to find out because BBC Two was repeating the very first Doctor Who serial, from way back in 1963, in which our prehistoric ancestors squabbled endlessly over the tribal politics of fire-starting.
Thank God the Daleks came along in the next story. You didn't see Daleks arguing about whose turn it was to light the fire.
Half an hour after that was over, the same channel repeated Part One of Life on Earth, as David Attenborough taught us all about Charles Darwin and his theory of Natural Selection.
However, the cost of watching such things was about to rise dramatically, as it was the week in which the TV licence jumped from £34 to £46 for colour viewing, and from £12 to £15 for black and white.
Seismic disruption to our wallets, no doubt, ensued.
But on the UK album chart, a whole lot of seismic was going on too. Or, at least, shaking - because Shaky by Shakin' Stevens hit the top spot, holding off Queen's Greatest Hits to do so.
Over on the British singles chart, Dave Stewart and Barbara Gaskin's It's My Party held on to the Number One slot by beating off the challenge of Altered Images' Happy Birthday.
And, very very far away from these shores, it was the week in which Antigua and Barbuda gained independence from the United Kingdom.
I do believe it's that one in which Sandman and Hydroman become mixed up with each other, to create a mindless monster that then performs an exact reenactment of the King Kong story.
And, just to excite us even further, eight pages of it are in living colour!
Not to be overshadowed by even that, I'm sure, is Jet Lagg who has his very latest adventure.
In a shocking blow to its fans, Marvel Super Adventure is no more.
But that's OK because it's merged with Captain America weekly.
And just look how happy the titular shield-flinger looks about it!
Thus it is that we get not just Cap but, also, thrilling action from Thor and Daredevil
Plus, a free Captain America mask!
And eight pages of colour!
As for the man himself, he's still in California, trying to promote the movie based on him. And the Nihilist Order are still trying to bump him off. And the new Nomad is still trying to steal all his glory. How he can still smile with all that going on is anybody's guess.
Elsewhere, a film crew's arrived on Asgard, just in time to catch Thor's latest scrap with Loki.
And Daredevil wraps up his epic encounter with the Tribune.
That's the villain, not the newspaper.
It's all kicking off for our heroes.
Captain Britain battles a monster made of rubbish. After the monster's incapacitated, Cap heads for the nearest junkyard, seeking out the source of its power, travels down a big pipe and encounters a talking rodent.
I know. We've all been there.
Meanwhile, the Avengers are still battling the Absorbing Man who's still, presumably, trying to flee the country.
And, in a thriller reprinted from the 1960s, Diablo's battling that self-same team, with the help of Dragon Man.
It's aviation anarchy when brand-new villain the Ravager decides to destroy a busy London airport.
Luckily, Iron Fist's there to tackle him - only to discover the villain's none other than Radion in disguise.
And, also, to discover Misty Knight has a bionic arm.
From what I can make out, in the Inhumans' strip, Black Bolt goes on the rampage and gives the hidden city of Attilan a good trashing.
Elsewhere, Omega's still battling Electro.
It's a big day for everyone, as Mike McMahon of Judge Dredd fame arrives in Doctor Who magazine, for the first time, thanks to a strip drawn by him which goes by the title Junkyard Demon.
There's also a look back at The Krotons, The Carnival of Monsters, Logopolis, An Unearthly Child and The Three Doctors.
Not content with all that, this issue also gives us another picture strip, called Skywatch, featuring those pesky shape-shifting Zygons, which is set to conclude in the magazine's winter special.
Two tales assail our senses, this time. Each of them, indubitably, packed with dinosaurs.
One is To Forgive Dephine! while the other is When the Sea Gives Up Its Dead!
Tragically, I cannot say what either of these tales involves.
But I do know we also get a Paul Neary interview in which he talks about the Timesmasher series that's being produced for Marvel UK.
Granted, off the top of my head, I couldn't tell you just what the Timeshmasher series involves.
It really is a case of, "Unlucky for some," as issue #13 proves to be the last ever for the Hulk's digest-sized adventures.
Still, at least the title goes out with some style, as the green goliath must defeat the alien menace of the Space Parasite who's scoured the universe, looking for people to fight and has finally stumbled upon the Hulk.
I must confess that, for a long time, in my youth, I got the Space Parasite mixed up with the Space Phantom and couldn't understand why he'd changed appearance so dramatically between his debut in the Hulk's strip and his, "return," in the Avengers'.
It's yet more fun for Conan as he gets to take on the Devil-Beasts of Nergal. How he's not got PTSD by now is anyone's guess.
Whether those devil beasts are any relation to the Hands of Nergal, I cannot say.
Apparently, what happens in this tale is Conan fights for the Turanian army, against the forces of Munthassem Khan and then rides off with someone called Hildico.
But it turns out there's one foe even Conan can't defeat.
And that's cancellation, because this, as far as I can make out, is the book's last-ever appearance.
And, like the Hulk's pocket book, it bows out after 13 issues.
Or does it?
The attentive observer will have noticed that issue #7 of this book would appear to have never have been published, as we went straight from issue #6 to #8 with nothing in between. Meaning this is, in fact, the 12th issue, despite its claim to be the 13th.
How very curious.
No cancellation worries for this one, just yet.
Instead, it's a hundred pages of FF goodness when the team finds itself in a Latverian copy of The Prisoner and it all ends with an anti-climax, as Dr Doom decides he doesn't want his lovely art collection damaged in a punch-up.
And it's 100 pages of action from Spider-Man, as well.
This time, we get his epic clash with Doctor Octopus, AKA the Master-Planner, which famously climaxes with our hero lifting a huge heap of machinery from himself, driven on by thoughts of Aunt May.
Marvel UK's Blake's 7 mag hits its mighty second issue, although I do have to say its title doesn't exactly leap out at you on that cover. I'm no expert but I'm fairly sure that's not the world's greatest marketing.
Regardless, it seems that, besides various articles and features, we get a colour pin-up and the chance to win a plane transporter.
I'm guessing that's a toy one and not a real one, as a real one would likely be of little use to most readers.
We also get a comic strip called Autona... Planet of Lies! but I don't know what that involves, other than a planet of lies.
It's Star Trek! It's the Inhumans! It's the Micronauts!
I know nothing of what happens in the Star Trek strip but it looks like the Micronauts are fighting a glowing polar bear with a mysterious symbol on its chest.
It would seem, also, that we're being treated to the origin of the Inhumans. Whether it's the story Jack Kirby drew, or another one, I cannot say.
Well, judging by that picture, it looks like Conan's got himself into a spot of bother.
Or has he? The cover's reprinted from the US Savage Sword of Conan #6 but the story within is taken from the US Savage Sword of Conan #51.
That tale's called Satyr's Blood and I'm unfamiliar with it, though I do know it's adapted from L. Sprague de Camp and Lin Carter's Conan the Liberator.
More merry Marvel mirth hits our eyeballs.
This time, drawn from the pages of 1968's Not Brand Echh #6.
When it comes to the book's main strip, we get a tale called The Pandora Effect. Exactly what it involves, I'd struggle to say but it features characters with names like Vor Childermoss, Leelu, Wutzek, Mavin, Suzal, Chell and Chokla. So, it must be good.
Elsewhere, Kilraven's having a battle with Skar's tripod.
And it's not going very well.
It's another 100 page spectacular, as the Mimic makes his doppelgänging debut in a tale called Lo! Now Shall Appear the Mimic which I, of course, inevitably misread as Lol. Now Shall Appear the Mimic!
But that's not all, as the mighty mutants also come up against the Blob and Unus the Untouchable who've taken to robbing banks while dressed up as our heroes.
The X-Men think they've got problems in their pocket book but that's nothing besides the challenge facing them in their monthly mag.
That's because they have to survive the annoying menace of Arcade and his daft games of death.
Can even the help of Spider-Man save them from pinball horror?
It's quite a rarity for Dracula to make the cover of the book, these days. That honour's usually reserved for the (seemingly) more commercial Man-Thing.
All I know is we get 100 pages of action, and the count of cunning's hiding out in the village of Littlepool.
Where is Littlepool?
Is it anything like Liverpool?
Or Littlehampton?
Why he's there?
Who can possibly say?
Worzel Gummidge #2 smashes its way into our lives. And no crow is safe.
Apparently, we get 40 pages of fun, games and the chance to win an album featuring Worzel Gummidge singing.
I think we've all always dreamt of such a thing.
And, as if that wasn't enough, we could even win an Aunt Sally doll!
Stay out of your garden, kids, because the Triffids are on the loose!
At least, that's what the BBC wants us to think, thanks to its brand, spanking new adaptation of the legendary book.
And Starburst is right on hand to give us all the hot goss on it.
There's also an interview with the special effects genius behind Blake's 7 and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, as well as features on monster movie posters, Disney's Sleeping Beauty and The Thief of Baghdad.
Tragedy hits Steve Does Comics as the most obscure book Marvel UK's ever created hits its final issue, with #13.
As so often, I've been totally incapable of finding any copies of this month's cover online nor any information about its contents but, as always, I'm willing to go out on a limb and wager that copious tears are shed within it.
Goodbye, Young Romance pocket book, we barely knew ye.
Literally.