It wasn’t until I was 19 years old and armed with a student loan that I started buying comics. I’d always loved super-heroes growing up, but my rare forays into comic-book shops with my Mother as a child were terrifying experiences where I felt overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of choice. However, with assistance from staff at Travelling Man York and my Wikipedia app, I evenutally dived in head first and have never looked back.

It was everything I expected it to be and more, except in one area. In my innocence I presumed I’d found “my people”, and whilst there is undoubtedly a huge amount of wonderful people in the comic-book community, there is also an equally large contingent of close-minded muppets with a chip-on-their-shoulder. These are the type of people that were probably bullied at school, but instead of realizing there needs to be more love in the…