Mega-City Five & Cult Comics

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 OMG!!

The coolest comic shop ever tucked away in Blackhall Mill!!!!!

Caught a glimpse of this gem during my first week in the Mill. Through the half closed security gate I could see just enough to know that I had to see what was inside. Kept trying to find it open but never could.
Two nights before my departure I finally posted on a Blackhall Mill FB group inquiring of its opening hours.
Within a short time the owner reached out to me and we made an appointment for me to visit the next morning.
The wait was definitely worth it as the visit was fan-fucking-tastic!!!
Imagine stumbling into a magical world full of treasures in every nook and cranny, as that is what entering this shop is like.
I spent four hours there on my last full day in the UK. As well as the extremely HUGE selection of all things comic related, I had a splendid bit of crack with Jason, proprietor extraordinaire.
This fine gentleman also will remind you a little of that British maestro of prose, Alan Moore, as he shares with you his vast knowledge of comics.
Found some awesome books and the prices were shockingly reasonable.
Went back in the evening to pick up my morning purchases and spent another hour browsing around.Ended up spending more money during the second round as I found things that I didn't see on my earlier visit.
Realizing that I was keeping him from making dinner was the only reason I didn't take even more time in this little sequential art paradise.
Great selection, great service, and great conversation with Jason, the proprietor and mastermind of this wonderful shop made this the perfect ending to my most pleasant, enjoyable, and memorable trip across the pond.

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