Indulge me while I take a few minutes to talk about George Moody.

Who?

Hey, come on, now . . . just stick with me for a few minutes.

I met George at a comicbook fair in the Griffin Hotel in Leeds more than 30 years ago. Like me, he was wandering around the stalls with his chum, Paul, drooling over the books pinned to the wall. I watched the pair of them and it was clear they were interested in the same stuff that I was: silver age DC comics, in other words. Perfect!

Perfect? Why’s that, Unca Pe...