I miss all that Ken. Everything is so easy today. One click on ebay and it's done. I remember catalogues. Comics, books, records. Posting off your list, enclosing a cheque or postal order. Long waits, then they arrive. What a thrill. This will sound silly now, but I remember struggling to get ASM 179 for the longest time. Then, all of a sudden, I got it from a catalogue. It arrived pristine. Heaven. Now, I could buy 100 copies in the next hour without getting out of my chair. Not much is actually rare or hard to get anymore.
Simple pleasures have been lost on so many fronts. And there is no striving. No hunting. No recording. Just click, buy, receive. It's a soulless age and I for one lament the passing of that world I loved. That's why I persist with the London Fair. It died some time back, but is still the only thing I can go to that is in any way close to my old collecting life.
Things change, but rarely I feel for the better. New comics aren't great for the most part. Variants are killing the collectors. Old comics are becoming prohibitively expensive. It's difficult to feel positive about anything.
Bang! ?