Crap Rules Everything Around Me.

As I mentioned last week, we got a magazine at the bootsale that is the sort of also ran trash we used to see all the time, when Viz made it big back in the early 90's.

The sort of knock off comics like Oink, Zit and Smut comics, that sprang up around that time but never seemed to have the lasting power of Viz. Also, holy shit, after reading that wiki article, Oink had some decent contributors there. I can remember a strip in one of them called Tourettes of Duty, and I think Reeders wife, after the amateur porn trope Reader's Wives.

This bastard, I have no recollection of. It's sort of like a crap photo love comic strip, crossed between the sort of lad culture that was big around that time and the aforementioned knock off Viz style comic. Is it funny, not really it has its moments, but it's not going to set the world on fire. A quick Jammy search, brings up a companies house search with the former MD here, and seeing as its based out of Harrow, North London, kinda rings true. 

The style, reminds me of the kind of cheap softcore porn mag you'd find ripped up under the hedge near your school. A Parade or Cheap Thrills type rather than the expected Mayfair. Fiesta or Razzle. 

I'd list all that was in it but, I've taken the liberty to scan it and put it up on archive.org. 

You can read and indeed download, Cream issue 2 here. 

Incidentally that implies there is an issue one out there and indeed any more after that, I'm guessing looking at companies house look up that there was at least one more issue put out.

M vs CU

Here is a thing, I was supposed to talk about something entirely different today. What if the Marvel VS Capcom Universe was an SRPG played for laughs like Disgaea but more Super Robot Wars level of inclusion. If you're an MCU fan, think that bit Deadpool 2 with all the shitty super heroes, that level of irrelevance, and treated with the same reverence. 

More importantly its because I was reading about this guy at work (looking for variant Spiderman) and wondered what kind of redemption this would need to put it in a game as either main bad guy or playable character. Oh and finally having Ryu from Breath Of Fire being remembered for something other than Breath Of Fire.

Yeah, in other news I picked up a crappy photo love magazine / Viz knock off from the early 90's that reeks of soft core porn and is totally cringe but maybe next week I'll talk on that.

Eye check

Took a day off last week to have my first post SARS 2 electric boogaloo eye check.  Registering with Boots, as they let you book online without having to call up first. as I hate talking over the phone.

Our nearest Boots optician is next to our bank and for some reason thought it was part of the regular Boots store which is down by Primark. Funny as I was stressing about reaching this on time, but when I found it was next to my bank I saw the funny side.

Less funny is that I have to shell out for new specs and such which are long overdue. And have a doctors appointment as one of my pupils has turned inward. I'm not going to google this as it'll only depress me and would rather have an actual expert look at it.

EDIT. Its a squint. I finally got my referral letter and booked up in June, so maybe It'll be sorted by then.

More fun is that due to strikes / Marathon I had my junk tour on a Thursday instead of the weekend. We went to Bethnal Green and wanted to look at Hackney but ended up going down to Dalston via Haggerston, as I decided to take the main road past the charity shops instead of doubling back as usual.

There are an awful lot of poncey stores and start ups this end and a few chicks with feminist Killjoy stickers on, like a bug having bright colours so you know its poisonous AF. But apart from that, it wasn't all bad. We found a new museum, the museum of the home and a place called, I think, Woof which had a Corgi going wild in a ball pit, so I guess its a dog play park.

Dalston has a well nice charity shop which sold things for cheap and I got Chicken lips and a Dr. Octagon CD for a quid, and shades of the long gone Crest in Walthamstow still had VHS for sale.

On to the Oxfam which had a sealed Nobukazu Takemura EP for sale and a Baby Ford Fabric mix cd. which was boss.

Decided to take a long walk back and get crossrail home at Liverpool street, which has to be said feels like the city proper, and the most hipster free imaginable.

Excellent Shiba Inu carrier

Apology accepted

Clock ticked.

 New book scan for you, this one is While The Clock ticked and it's one of those with both an original and a revised text.

Original

The boys are given a case by the banker Mr. Dalrymple. Apparently someone has been sending threatening messages into, what is essentially a panic room, he's been using as an office. The notes appear when the time lock is on and appear in the middle of the room with no other means of entry. The ex Purdy mansion, has been derelict for a while before he decided to buy up the place. 

There is a subplot of harbour thieves using the mansion as a base to store loot and furthermore strange screams can be heard at night, warning people away. Finally Hurd Applegate reappears from his introduction in The Tower Treasure, as somebody as stolen his precious stamp collection.

Remake

The boat thieves plotline is much more outlined in the remake, with the Sleuth being taken and used to ferry goods without the boys knowledge, and the docks playing much more of a role than in the original. Hurd Applegate has his Jade taken rather than his stamps in this version, and their chums are fully in on the deal instead of being peripheral characters.

Conclusion.

The original is the better story here, but not by much. A few things that I thought would have been in the original are not, such as the dock scenes for one. Also this is the part in the UK versions where the Sleuth is introduced as is Hurd Applegate. Both their official unveilings are in much later books, The Shore Road Mystery 17 and The Tower Treasure 31 respectively. Both are worth your time.

Anyway original here remake here. 

Yass Queen 2 Electric Boogaloo

As my last post confirmed, we do indeed get a bank holiday out of this. Though not for King Chucks coronation. We have a massive shut down while the country reboots, and Chazza is installed.

Think of it as a Royal equivalent of windows updates. There is even a big fuck off queue going down from Southwark to Westminster abbey. I'm not joking it's 18 hours of your life you're not getting back. So what do I do. I decide to go down and have a look at the said queue, not pay my respects mind, but just have a look and see what its all about.

Got off at Westminster and walked along the river, I did see them on the bridge, queueing, so at least I can say I saw them, but there was so much more out there that was interesting.

For one there was a big Socialist Wanker Party presence there. Tried real hard to get a pic of someone holding a Hoes sign (it should've said homes but the angle cut the M out of it). But had to content myself with a nice shot of the London Eye. 

What you don't see up there is the amount of police and security detail out there. This is one place you

do not want to fuck around and find out. We had a look in Whitehall gardens with their statues and walked down to Trafalgar Square, which is closed off. 

Finally got down to Soho and had a look around at the record shops as the arcade was closed for a function. We got to see the owners dog at Sounds of The Universe, which was rather empty. Finally on the tube back to the suburbs we saw a golden retriever on the floor with two ladies. It's their first tube trip, and they are 2. Thoroughly nice dog.  

Yass Queen

You can't have failed to notice that the queen is no more.  We are now into the shit playlist era of radio, all the slow, kill yourself tracks, not even some decent dance like when Diana pegged it. If your idea of hell is Coldplay on a loop then this is it.

As you may infer from the above, I'm not much of a royalist, I'm not a republican by any means, its just that now her Maj has gone, there really isn't anyone left among the royals I can give much of a damn for. We are now, very much in the King Chuck timeline. Talking to plants and royal carbuncles and the like.

After he goes its either Wills and Kate, or Harry and Megan as king and queen, maybe Harry could be crowned in his Nazi uniform, though he has to at least outlast all of Williams sprogs to stand a chance. 

The downside of this not caring, is actually caring when the weirdo left and the IRAtards moaning on about colonization and shit pile in to piss on her still warm corpse, when her reign was basically one long resignation letter from the Commonweatlh by most of Africa and the Caribbean. Still when has facts ever gotten in the way of feelings, eh, leftoids.

Will she be missed, yeah without a doubt, 70 fucking years on the throne does that, she was an institution after all, and will leave a long shadow. I guess they could put a corgi on the throne until King Chazzer gets his coronation, which, I hear we'll get a bank holiday for. So every cloud, huh.

A walk.

 There's another bait article up in todays Mail about women watching pron and the so called harm, and I can't be bothered to respond.

Instead I went for a walk down by the river, instead. To tell the truth, its been about 4 months or so since I've been down there, It's a small stretch of the Thames from Firepower down towards Thamesmead, with options to walk past Crossness power station down towards Erith for the adventurous. 

There is quite a lot to watch along the way, if the tide is out you can see a variety of gulls such as Black Headed gulls, Herring Bull (aka Chip thief or Bully Gull) and the occasional Black backed gull. You may get some Mallards in the wooded bit as well as Shelduck and Teal. Today we saw some Mute Swans but I've also seen Cormorant, especially along by the Jetty at Erith.

There's quite a bit of cover even though a grass fire had ripped through a swathe of the river front, it still has quite a stand of Hawthorn and other small trees. There is some Sea Aster in flower as its getting on for autumn now, and we managed to disturb a Ring Neck Parakeet from the bush.

For once we managed to pick the right exit so we came out near the bus stop by the baths for the bus home.

brushfire damage.