Talk:Bix Barton/@comment-86.129.236.75-20140606203803

One of the surviving comic books rescued from my leaky garden shed yesterday fell open at a lurid, almost psychedelic page of Bix Barton doing one of his mesmerising stares.

Of all the characters I've read over the years, Bix always stuck in my head to reappear whenever I witnessed rum and uncanny events, to guide my reactions with the appropriate vernacular befitting the quintessential english gentleman. I miss his antics and the antics of his ilk.

Pity this generation of Brits, unaccustomed to such, for they are nothing more than poor copies of amerikans and their annoying, pernicious vacuous farts that passes for their culture rammed down our throats every day, every nanosecond on our airwaves.