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[Get Marwood & I]

 

[Get Marwood & I]

Regular readers will know that we do like a printing error. Anything out of the ordinary gets the GMAIL vote. Step forward Romantic Story #52:

It’s a cents priced, UK stampless copy but we don’t care too much about that kind of thing anymore here at Brent Towers. It makes cents to pay homage to all Charlton comics of a certain era regardless of their monetary persuasion.

Here’s what it should look like:

Now, under normal circumstances I would pass off such a copy as likely to have been sitting in a damp environment for a while with the ink transfer that you can see having come from the cover of whatever issue was sitting on top of it. Marwood on the other hand would just read it.

But look more closely and we can see that, apart from being sideways, the intruding panels appear to be those of an interior page:

How likely is that I wonder, a coverless sideways comic sitting on top of our RM#52 in a state of close, moist, lengthy proximity?

And then there is the not inconsequential fact of the transferred image being present in reverse (in true Marwood style, if anyone had noticed):

So much more likely to be a printing error, no?

The transferred image doesn’t appear inside by the way, even though the lady does look similar to one of those in the story. But that’s not uncommon, for early sixties Charltons. Same girl, different hair colour. Like Romita Gwen and MJ.

Similar thing going down on the back cover too:

Those characters look familiar don’t they….

Anyway. Very odd. Very Charlton. Very good 

[thunsicker]

Apparently those identical octuplets who play the cello had two more identical sisters they never told anyone about:

 

[Get Marwood & I]

4 minutes ago, thunsicker said:

Apparently those identical octuplets who play the cello had two more identical sisters they never told anyone about:

 

Talented isn't she - her Mum lives just down the road 

[Get Marwood & I]

3 hours ago, Get Marwood & I said:

And then there is the not inconsequential fact of the transferred image being present in reverse (in true Marwood style, if anyone had noticed):

So much more likely to be a printing error, no?

It would be in reverse though, wouldn't it 

 

 

[themagicrobot]

I've looked around at other threads in this forum such as Modern/Bronze etc etc and I haven't a clue what they are talking about/why what they are talking about is so important to them. I thought I was on more familiar territory with your threads but here I've no idea what is going on?

 

 

[Get Marwood & I]

17 minutes ago, themagicrobot said:

I've looked around at other threads in this forum such as Modern/Bronze etc etc and I haven't a clue what they are talking about/why what they are talking about is so important to them. I thought I was on more familiar territory with your threads but here I've no idea what is going on?

You're saying you understand my threads?

Hmmm.

I'll have to try harder then.

That there is a bona fide FF printing error. I had one years back when I collected Spidey misprints. One of the few books I ever found for pennies at a fair and sold for mega pounds. Well, about fifty quid as I recall. I'll hunt down the scan.

Here's an old favourite from the PE files, just to show that you're not alone Robot:

 

 

More in here....

 

[Get Marwood & I]

Do you believe in magic? Or that sixth sense that some people seem to possess? You know – that thing when someone tells you something about your life that they couldn’t possibly know, and which makes you - just for that moment - believe there is ‘something else’ at play in life?

I like the idea of it of course, a little magic, who wouldn’t. But it takes something quite exceptional to actually make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and make you rethink the bounds of what is possible and what simply cannot be explained rationally.

Last month, such a thing happened to me which I could not explain and which I’ve been dwelling on ever since. The wife is into the mystics and healers, as many Catholics are. You know, the ones with ‘the gift’ who move around from town to town and certain people in the know always seem to know when they're coming. The ones who can see into your soul and pull out your demons. I usually make sarky comments about them myself, but this time was different. Very different.

“Bring me an object, sir” he said, after a muttered discussion with the wife “Any object, and I will tell you something of its owner, its history”.

“Here we go” I thought. “She’s let a nutter into the house”. As it happened, I was sorting through some of my sister Cathy’s old comics that day – said I’d let her know what was worth saving and what wasn’t. You know the drill.

So I gave him a copy of one of the books she said she wanted to keep as it reminded her of a boy called Tony, her first true love. He held the book for a few moments and closed his eyes. I winked a sarky wink to the wife who glared back disapprovingly.

“This book” he said finally “was owned by a girl called Cathy”.

I froze.

“She was in thrall to a boy named Tony, and she will never forget him”. With that he put the book down, thanked my wife for the tea and made his way to the door.

I can honestly say that in that moment I was flabbergasted. There was absolutely no way this man – a complete stranger to us - could know that. None. Even my wife had not heard the story.

Even now as I write this, I can’t shake the feeling that something was happening at that moment, with that man, which I cannot explain. He didn’t elaborate of course and I wish now I had had the courage to push for further explanation. But I didn’t and that’s that.

Anyway, I’m not even sure why I’m sharing this with you. I just didn’t want to let it pass I suppose.

She’s definitely keeping the book now, Cathy....

 

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[Ken Aldred]

It's incredible, Steve.

No visual clues whatsoever.  

[ADAMANTIUM]

18 minutes ago, Get Marwood & I said:

Do you believe in magic? Or that sixth sense that some people seem to possess? You know – that thing when someone tells you something about your life that they couldn’t possibly know, and which makes you - just for that moment - believe there is ‘something else’ at play in life?

I like the idea of it of course, a little magic, who wouldn’t. But it takes something quite exceptional to actually make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and make you rethink the bounds of what is possible and what simply cannot be explained rationally.

Last month, such a thing happened to me which I could not explain and which I’ve been dwelling on ever since. The wife is into the mystics and healers, as many Catholics are. You know, the ones with ‘the gift’ who move around from town to town and certain people in the know always seem to know when they're coming. The ones who can see into your soul and pull out your demons. I usually make sarky comments about them myself, but this time was different. Very different.

“Bring me an object, sir” he said, after a muttered discussion with the wife “Any object, and I will tell you something of its owner, its history”.

“Here we go” I thought. “She’s let a nutter into the house”. As it happened, I was sorting through some of my sister Cathy’s old comics that day – said I’d let her know what was worth saving and what wasn’t. You know the drill.

So I gave him a copy of one of the books she said she wanted to keep as it reminded her of a boy called Tony, her first true love. He held the book for a few moments and closed his eyes. I winked a sarky wink to the wife who glared back disapprovingly.

“This book” he said finally “was owned by a girl called Cathy”.

I froze.

“She was in thrall to a boy named Tony, and she will never forget him”. With that he put the book down, thanked my wife for the tea and made his way to the door.

I can honestly say that in that moment I was flabbergasted. There was absolutely no way this man – a complete stranger to us - could know that. None. Even my wife had not heard the story.

Even now as I write this, I can’t shake the feeling that something was happening at that moment, with that man, which I cannot explain. He didn’t elaborate of course and I wish now I had had the courage to push for further explanation. But I didn’t and that’s that.

Anyway, I’m not even sure why I’m sharing this with you. I just didn’t want to let it pass I suppose.

She’s definitely keeping the book now, Cathy....

 

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My moms name is Cathy, She also married an Italian named James, man this guy you speak of was so close  

 

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[Get Marwood & I]

Morning 

Further to yesterday's tale of Cathy and Tony (sorry about that) another strange thing is happening today, right now. I'm going to post about The Partridge Family and you are going to read it.

As I type, it occurs to me how wonderful life is when you can live on a planet of some many billions of people and yet, probably, be the only person in the world doing a certain thing at a certain point. And that thing is posting pictures of The Partridge Family #16, from Charlton (who else?), cover dated February 1973.

First up, we have a stamp fight - unique to the UK - with competing prices of 6p and 8p and Porters and Brunswick in Hove (completely understandable given that this was one of those Charlies without a dual US/UK cover price. Did you know they were the first to do that, Charlton, dual price their comics? Beat Marvel and DC by a mile they did):

Brunswick carries on stamping on the rear:

And in doing so reduce the possibility of their product being in the 'good condition' that the comic collectors of the day would approve of.

So why bother with this comic today?

Well, look at the art inside, courtesy of Don Sherwood, of whom I knew nothing until this comic came across my path (which took a while to clean up - it gets in all the cracks you know):

Now that's a very good likeness isn't it of old David. Or young David, as he was in 73.

That attention to likeness continues as we progress - I'd know her, the Mum, anywhere, even though I never watched the show:

Perfect likeness again:

And again:

Yes, I know he's copied the panels from photos but I still think that is an admirable effort for what was likely required. Over and above I feel.

I saw a programme on David the other month, a retrospective on his career. That is to say, the period where he was momentarily everything followed by a longer period where he wasn't. It makes you think doesn't it, what that would do to a person. On top of the world one minute, for reasons frivolous, then at the foot of the mountain for the remainder, wondering what happened.

It put me in mind of this song which, of course, only Morrissey could write and be widely, intentionally, ironically ignored for:

See you next time. 

[Domo Arigato]

20 hours ago, Get Marwood & I said:

Perfect likeness...

 

I don't know why the hell they're in that book, but.......agreed.

 

 

 

 

 

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[Get Marwood & I]

@lizards2

 

Liz 

 

Liz 

LIZ! 

 

Kane's found your house. 

[Get Marwood & I]

"We've waited so long for you to come, Willi"

 

 

 

 

[Get Marwood & I]

Never one to take a crashing silence as discouragement to continue, I was taken by this scenario earlier in the month from the bay of the E which told me much about the nature of humanity.

I see this lot appear one morning:

 

On close inspection, there are a few 'hidden gems' shall we say:

 

Too good to be true, surely. But where would you get a set of pictures like that?

Being an altruistic type, and thinking of the the possible 'poor old chap who doesn't realise what he has but needs money to survive etc scenario', I dutifully send a PM telling them what they have, what it's all worth, and not to be bulldozed by the 60,000 dealers that will imminently be in touch with 'kind offers'.

I am thanked heartily, and the listing disappears. Ditto the sellers only other X-Men listing:

 

I feel like I have done a good thing. Because, of course, I am stupid.

A few days later, I see this in eBore sold:

 

Oh dear  It includes the X-Men lot too. All that for three and a half gees.

 

Later that week, I see this listing from another new seller:

 

And later still, I see this:

 

I then realise that we have two sellers, both new, both selling rare expensive comics in the same week. Oh, and a few cheap Disney things:

 

 

And my heart sinks.

Nice people out there, isn't there.

 

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[Get Marwood & I]

Did somebody mention Charlton?

No? Well why not?

Don't answer that.

Two here, both advertising themselves inside:

Blue background variant cover:

 

Red W variant:

Hopefully I'm not spoiling anything, but Joe lives. Otherwise it would be a Joe Loss.

[Garystar]

1 hour ago, Get Marwood & I said:

A few days later, I see this in eBore sold:

 

From what I can see every issue is a non-stamped cents copy - not what you would expect from a seller in the UK unless a serious collector/dealer. 

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29 minutes ago, Garystar said:

From what I can see every issue is a non-stamped cents copy - not what you would expect from a seller in the UK unless a serious collector/dealer. 

You're right Gary, yes. All the X-Men were unmarked cents copies too. So either someone sold twenty grand of comics for three and a half or someone lost three and a half grand....