This particular year I ended up with the Teddy Bear Annual and my elder brother had Star Trek. This amuses me no end because as I may have already said in a previous post, he grew to hate all that "sci-fi rubbish" where as I remain quite keen. If I'm honest though, I'm not all that fussed about teddy bears nowadays but in 1971, and for a few years after, I think I spent a lot of time in that book. Having recently discovered it lurking in the old family home, I was compelled to immediately revisit the Ice-Cream Mountains, a double page spread of what I remember as the first place I ever wanted to emigrate to.
Cool! isn't it and with the pun fully intended. And while I'm not sure I would still make the move today, I find I remain very fond of Ivor, the giant four legged Jumbly who seems like he might be a distant ancestor of Chorlton the Happiness Dragon.
That's it for this post except to say that we'll definitely be back to look at the Diddymen again
because they do have a touch of the Candy and Andy uncanniness, abut them.
And when we move forward to Christmas 73 we might also be taking a closer look at that Wham! cover because the artwork seems strangely familiar.
Steve





















