How one man fell out of love with his passion - collecting comics
I COLLECTED comics for thirty years or more and now I look at my collection — thousands of comics neatly bagged and filed — and realise that I’ve fallen completely out of love.
Comics have been part of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid, I graduated quickly from the Beano and the Dandy to British reprints of American superhero comics. They were a strange gateway drug, unsatisfactory digests which were reprinted in black-and-white three or four chopped-up stories.

