Hi Smokey, Ian, Betty et al Your memories trigger off so many of mine, Smokey. Seems you do the same for others. On the issue of the 'senior' comics to which all boys graduated, I was fortunate to have an aunt that managed a newsagents and each week she produced them all for me. So I read "Adventure", "Hotspur", "Rover", "Wizard" and "Champion" (remember Rockfist Rogan?). On libraries, they provided such a wealth of adventure! I averaged two trips a week at three books a time. But the library was the scene of my only brush with the law! Our nearest public library was about a mile and a half from home and located in the basement of a church (due to the war). Half way to the library was a large water tank labelled 'EWS' (emergency water supply). If you remember these you will recall that they were huge, about three feet deep and probably fifteen or twenty feet across, and made of corrugated steel. Because of the danger of somebody or something falling in, they were equipped with bamboo poles with a hook on the end to fish them or it out. We (irresponsibly) played at sending these poles skimming across the water, tiring when they became marooned in the middle and proceeding to the library. One day we were chased by a policeman (in plain clothes and probably off duty, but to us a DETECTIVE!). We hid behind the bookshelves when he entered the library and had a word with the librarian. He then said, "I am not going to chase you around the library because I know who you are." Then to our amazement he read out all of our names! What a detective! We were terrified. It was ages before I deduced that, having just hannded our books in, he had been able to acquire the information from the librarian! I never touched one of those poles again. Honest! Len