Packing

As you may have guessed, the weekend was largely taken up with packing, though it slowed down somewhat yesterday as friend Glyn came around. We lost a couple or three packing hours and replaced them with socialising.

Ahem.

The sorting out of the old vinyl records was the traumatic bit as I have already said. Passing on the bulk of my games collection to Glyn, either for him to keep, or to pass on to a gaming group he goes to, was less of a strain. At least I know they will be played (I may even see and play some of them again at Glyn’s!), rather than quietly scrapped by less than grateful charity shops.

I think I may have quietly shocked Furtle by dismantling a comic collection built up over about 20 years. I have been cutting it down over the past year, but apart from rescuing a few select runs in a few select titles (ie first edition Dark Knight, Luther Arkwright, Watchmen and such), I gave Glyn the run of the collection to cherry pick for his God Son and himself. At the end of the exercise we took twelve full Waitrose carrier bags down to the recycling bins outside Waitrose. That is an awful lot of comics going to be pulped. This is the sort of action that makes the remaining comics slightly more valuable, though I doubt that a mid 90s run of Justice League Europe is going to fetch enough money on the collector market any time during my life time. I have carefully kept anything that may be worth a quid or two, primarily my Lee/Kirby Fantastic Fours that I bought when I was a kid. Yes, I shelled out as much as a shilling for some of them, though the earlier editions may have been 10d. I think for the “80 Page Giant” annuals, I may have gone as far as two bob. Even FF#10, the earliest in my collection, is worth rather more than that now, even though it looks like a combat Gorilla used it as a shoe liner some time in its history.

So tonight: the final games night at the Carpathia and by extension, the last Whetstone Games Night in a run that has lasted many years, with a cast of dozens and a range of locations that long precedes my involvement or hosting.

This move seems to be drawing a line under a great many things. Time to start looking at the sunny horizon in front.

Packing

As you may have guessed, the weekend was largely taken up with packing, though it slowed down somewhat yesterday as friend Glyn came around. We lost a couple or three packing hours and replaced them with socialising.

Ahem.

The sorting out of the old vinyl records was the traumatic bit as I have already said. Passing on the bulk of my games collection to Glyn, either for him to keep, or to pass on to a gaming group he goes to, was less of a strain. At least I know they will be played (I may even see and play some of them again at Glyn’s!), rather than quietly scrapped by less than grateful charity shops.

I think I may have quietly shocked Furtle by dismantling a comic collection built up over about 20 years. I have been cutting it down over the past year, but apart from rescuing a few select runs in a few select titles (ie first edition Dark Knight, Luther Arkwright, Watchmen and such), I gave Glyn the run of the collection to cherry pick for his God Son and himself. At the end of the exercise we took twelve full Waitrose carrier bags down to the recycling bins outside Waitrose. That is an awful lot of comics going to be pulped. This is the sort of action that makes the remaining comics slightly more valuable, though I doubt that a mid 90s run of Justice League Europe is going to fetch enough money on the collector market any time during my life time. I have carefully kept anything that may be worth a quid or two, primarily my Lee/Kirby Fantastic Fours that I bought when I was a kid. Yes, I shelled out as much as a shilling for some of them, though the earlier editions may have been 10d. I think for the “80 Page Giant” annuals, I may have gone as far as two bob. Even FF#10, the earliest in my collection, is worth rather more than that now, even though it looks like a combat Gorilla used it as a shoe liner some time in its history.

So tonight: the final games night at the Carpathia and by extension, the last Whetstone Games Night in a run that has lasted many years, with a cast of dozens and a range of locations that long precedes my involvement or hosting.

This move seems to be drawing a line under a great many things. Time to start looking at the sunny horizon in front.