You know what's weird? In five years, we haven't had a single worthwhile collection offered to us, within a thirty minute drive. As the UK's largest comic book buyers, we buy collections all over the country. Ireland, Scotland, and even the depths of hell (Boro). In the last week, we've had three bangers, from silver age to high end bronze keys. First venom? Check. First iron man? Check check. I honestly have no idea where these local collecters are coming from, but I'm glad they found us!
This time, our tale begins with an email. Ding, goes the work phone (Which I had just found, after losing it for over a week. Don't ask.).
Dear sir
I have a small collection consisting of three shortboxes, filled with silver age comic books.
Well, at this point, I didn't really need to read any more. I was hooked. I picked up the phone, smashed in those numbers, and initiated contact. 60 seconds later, I had his address, and a heartbeat after that, I realised that it was... Walking distance? Crocs on (obviously), the front door flies open as I storm on through, basically tripping over myself as I engage speed moe (Croc heel support, duh), and break into a light jog. This lasts for a whole five seconds, before I realise I'm super unfit and should probably not arrive puffing and coated in sweat.
Three knocks later, the door opens. Our new friend ushers us inside, asking us to be quiet because his parrot was sleeping. A raised eyebrow and a nod of acknowledgement later, we're climbing the stairs to a closed bedroom door. Inside? Gold. Well, technically silver.
Xmen, from issue #4 onward. Amazing spiderman from #300 onward. Avengers from issue #10 onward. Key, after Key, after Key.
Our new local friend and I chatted for a while, quickly agreeing the Batman is the worst superhero (Who the f**k would choose to fight crime in a gimp suit? Putting children in his bat cave and making them wear tights? Come onnnn man.) Eventually, we agreed a price, and shared the burden of lifting the boxes down to the front door.
It was then, that I realised I had f****d up.
Five comic boxes. No car. I had been so excited that our new friend was local, I had ran there. Well, walked there.
Two trips on foot later, it was over.
This, like all of the other pick up tales, is a real story, about a real collection. If you like what you've read here, and you have a comic book collection to sell, don't hestiate to reach out! As the UK's most trusted comic book buyers, we're ready for you, whenever you're ready to sell!
