So there I was on a damp Saturday in Portsmouth, caffeine levels dangerously low, GPS yelling at me like I owed it money, when I knocked on the door of a comic collector who claimed to have something "special" to show me.
Now, people say that a lot. "Special." Sometimes that means a stack of battered 90s Death of Superman issues that have suffered more wear than Superman himself. But this time? Oh boy. It was Amazing Fantasy #15 – the holy grail, the granddaddy of them all, the comic that gave us your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
Yes. An original. Not a reprint. Not a facsimile. Not a photocopy someone ran off at the library in 1998. A genuine, bonafide 1962 copy. And yes, the owner let me hold it. And yes, I managed not to cry, faint, or accidentally sneeze on it. Just.
Reading Amazing Fantasy #15 in its original form is like time-travelling to a world before superhero films took over every cinema, cereal box, and toothbrush holder. Back then, Marvel was still rolling the dice with oddball characters, and here comes Peter Parker – a nerdy teen, bullied at school, doted on by Aunt May, and bitten by a radioactive spider because of course he was.
Stan Lee’s writing punches with more sass than your nan after two sherries, and Steve Ditko’s artwork is still dripping with personality. Every panel vibrates with awkward teenage energy and, of course, the looming guilt that follows Uncle Ben’s untimely demise. Honestly, Pete’s origin story hits harder than the realisation you’ve just left your CGC slab in direct sunlight.
That final page? “With great power there must also come—great responsibility.” Iconic. Chilling. Makes you want to stop procrastinating and finally bag and board that long-neglected stack of comics sitting under your bed.
The amazing part? This copy was just sitting in someone’s collection in Portsmouth. Not in a museum, not in a vault guarded by laser beams and angry Rottweilers. Just in a living room, quietly minding its own business while Spider-Man casually redefined pop culture forever.
So let me ask you this: What might you have tucked away?
Maybe you’ve got a forgotten short box full of Silver Age Marvels. Maybe your loft contains a Tupperware stuffed with Pokémon holos from the 90s, or a full set of The Bad Batch Funko Pops still in their boxes (and hearts). If that’s the case, let’s chat.
Because your “old junk” might just be our next national treasure.
Glad you asked, hypothetical person reading this with a growing sense of curiosity and a secret stash of collectibles. Here’s why people sell to us:
We actually care about this stuff. We’re collectors too. We won’t treat your comics like coasters or your cards like bookmarks.
We make it easy. No endless eBay listings. No time-wasters. Just good offers and smooth pickups.
We travel. From Portsmouth to Penzance, we’re happy to hit the road for the right collection. Heck, we’ll even stop at Greggs on the way and bring sausage rolls.
Fair prices. We’re not here to rip you off. We’re here to build collections, not bridges made of lies and lowball offers.
So whether you've got Silver Age Spider-Man, a mountain of Magic: The Gathering cards, or 112 Funko Pops staring at you like a plastic army in judgment, we want to hear from you.
We’ve bought comics and collectibles from all over the UK – Portsmouth, Fareham, Farnham, Birmingham, and that one guy in Romsey who had a Funko collection that could summon a demon if arranged in a pentagram. Whether your collection is a lovingly curated archive or a random assortment your cousin left in your loft in 2003, we’re interested.
Because the truth is, the market is hot. Collectibles are booming. And that dog-eared issue of Amazing Spider-Man #300 you haven’t thought about since college? It's worth more than, well, at least a Kit Kat these days.
We’re actively looking for:
Comic Books (Silver, Bronze, Modern – especially key issues and full runs)
Trading Cards (Pokémon, MTG, Yu-Gi-Oh!, and everything in between)
Funko Pops (Yes, even that glitter variant of Justin Bieber – no judgement (I lied. Much judgement))
If you’ve got it, we want to talk. And if you’re not sure whether what you’ve got is valuable? That’s fine too. We’re happy to have a look and give you a no-pressure, no-nonsense valuation. If it turns out your Spawn #1 is still worth £3, we’ll be honest. If it turns out you’ve got a rare comic that could pay for your next holiday? Even better. More money for you, means more money for us. We're in this together.
He let me read his Amazing Fantasy #15. Be like him. Reach out. You don’t need to own Spider-Man’s first appearance to have something special. You just need to check your boxes, your cupboards, and maybe call your mum and ask if she’s still got your stuff in the loft.
If you’ve got comics, cards, or collectibles to sell – no matter how big or small – head over to www.fantasyroad.co.uk/sell-to-us and let’s make magic happen. Or at least money. Magic is optional.
Don’t let your collection gather dust. Let it shine. And let us be the lucky ones who give it a new home.
Fantasy Road – Where your childhood becomes our next big purchase. Only after writing this last line, do I realise how creepy that sounds, but I'm leaving it in because it made me chuckle.