Back in the late eighties I think I probably would’ve read a shopping list if Frank Miller had written it.
We live in increasingly politicised times.
I’m not going to mention being late.
Once upon a time I rather liked my comics to be bright and gaudy.
It was a chance conversation in a comic shop that started this particular train of thought.
There is a danger that I could begin to sound like a bit of a whinger during this column.
I’ve been banging on a bit about how comics are moving ever further away from younger readers* and painting a pretty gloomy picture.
As I’ve already observed, I’m a little out of the loop lately.
So.
