I GREW UP with the Beano. Indeed, I’m still doing so. Where once I identified with the Bash Street Kids – Danny, perhaps, in his skull-and-crossbones pullover – today I am like a tetchy pop-eyed Army major, puce-faced, and with my gouty foot wrapped in big bandages resting on a little stool. When I speak I make comic-strip noises: Eaargh! Oof! Crump! Whee!
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