Me and comic books go way back.
When I was about six years old, I went to stay with my crazy aunt and uncle for a few weeks while my folks were on holiday and basically had the time of my life.
Every day my uncle would arrive home with a bag of Tomato Sauce chips and two comic books tucked under his arm for me.
I still remember lying on the floor in the lounge of that mad, mushroom-shaped house, happily munching on the chips while my grubby red-stained fingers turned the pages hungrily.
