Some really lovely recollections there, McNulty, and I'm very sorry for your loss. I have to keep reminding myself that it was my own Dad (still just about with us) who bought me my first prog (292), and indeed all the '70s comics that gave little me an arguably-damaging lifelong addiction, as well as giving me access to his hoard of '50s Eagles. It seems so unlikely now that he was ever a comic reader, which just shows how current appearances can mislead even those who really should know better.
Grand prog this week, kicking off with a really great Robinson cover and another top-notch Niemand Dredd with Foster's Bollandish style on fleek (so very down with the kids of 2015). I'm particularly intrigued by this one because I used a very similar idea for a JD RPG campaign way back in the mid '80s*.
Brink's Hate Box finished strong, using the space that Tharg has given it to great and unusual effect. Abnett's other thrill Feral & Foe went up another notch for me: I hope some agreements are reached and both the new Tank and not-Stormbringer stick around. Zaucer was Zaucer, which is no bad thing, but surprise Top Thrill for me this week was Proteus Vex, which has by now thoroughly won me over.
*The players started out as Cadets carrying out an investigation as a field training exercise under the supervision of none other than Judge Giant, immediately before Block Mania and Orlok intervened (making it look to the layers like the investigation was just a scene-setting device for a few Block War/Sov set-pieces as they struggled back to the Academy across the war-torn city after their hov-transporter was shot down by the residents of Tracey Ullman block), then re-encountering that abandoned case as full judges 5 years later years later (in the third or fourth adventure of the campaign) as part of a larger more sinister scheme. My plot then hared off in a different direction as I threw Proteus into the mix, with the team having to go back in time to the early days of Apocalypse War to gather vital evidence, avoiding nukes, Sentenoids and their younger selves... and that's one more good reason I'm not a writer!