Comic books.
I loved my comics from the superheroes to the Beano and Dandy. Saturday was our comic swapping day and the brother and me would head off to several different houses in our area we knew there where good swaps to be had, sometimes we had to give two comics for a recent Superman issue, Superman was always in demand. Just to be different I tried to invent a character meself, but not a superhero, a super weakling who talked his way out of dangerous situations, Woody Allen would have been ideal for the part, but my brother told me it was a dead duck and a daft idea, said he would not collaborate with me so the project was quickly abandoned. Regardless of what the adults thought at the time I found that comics were good for me, as a lad with a bad education they helped me understand words I never came across before, educational as well as entertaining.
I would read any type of comic I could get my hands on in those days, note the cowboy Rex Allen in the picture, he was the cleanest of all the cowboys, never got a speck of dirt on him always immaculately dressed, the brother and me placed him in the ‘Blouse’ category of cowboys, they didn’t wear shirts they wore frilly blouses, then you had Roy Rogers another nancy boy cowboy who didn’t curse, kill anybody, drink, or smoke and sang songs to girls right up into their faces, especially his flat faced wife Dale Evans who hung on to him like a wart, he would sing to his horse Trigger too and even his dog Bullet, what kind of a gobshite does that?, not my kind of a cowboy at all. Ah those childhood days.
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