Remembering Jack In the late 1960s and into the 1970s I was a teenager. With my good friend John Anthony Williams, we were music mad. Each week we would buy music papers, he NME, me Disc (and Music Echo). Occasionally one of us would buy something more serious, like Melody Maker or Sounds. I remember so well the week when Jack's strip first appeared in Disc. We were amused, but didn't think it would last. How wrong we were (and it's fascinating to compare the first and last episodes of the strip). It became addictive. Soon it was essential reading. Then it was the first thing we would read. Jack's contributions would be half a page, then one page, then more, words as well as pictures, colour covers. We had Izzy, Fresco, the Morgue Mistress, the Invisible Man, E C Ryder... We would talk about it. It was a part of our lives, we grew up on it. As music tastes change to a world of Bay City Rollers, Jack's strip became the only reason for buying Record Mirror, and, as others have said, when the strip was axed, I stopped buying the paper. Being a bit of a hoarder, I'd kept all the copies. There were some gaps - I remember trudging round London trying to find a copy some weeks to be met with "they're on strike, no deliveries" - but only a few. If I had all those papers now, they would be worth a fortune. I cut out the strips and all the JEO material and pasted in my Boot's scrap books. I took them with me everywhere. Here we are, all these years later and I still have them and, yes, I still look at them. I had often wondered, who was JEO, what was he doing, perhaps he was writing his strip somewhere else and I was missing it? So 2000 came, and I really wanted to make a Web site that was unique. And look, there's no J Edward Oliver Web site. This is where the story really starts. Having made a very small site that summer, I found an address - Dartford. In truth, I didn't really think that JEO existed as a person, perhaps it's a pseudonym? But JEO was in the Yellow Pages too, as a cartoonist. It took me the best part of a year to pluck up the courage to write, but I did, sending stamps. Nothing... And then one day, a recycled brown envelope with a drawing that said "Fresco lives". That was the start of something very special for me. The letters came, there was correspondence, then e-mails and more material. Some of it was serious, some full of memories, some "don't publish this...". On other pages, I have published some of this material for the first time. We had much in common, apart from Jack's work: magic, 3D, calculators, board games, myths and lemmings, the English language... Jack loved his blogs and was proud of his poetry (but he hated the spam that his blog generated). He worked hard at making people laugh. We only disagreed on things a couple of times. One was when he wanted to colour Fresco. I hate 'colorized' films, Jack quite liked them. To me, Fresco lives in a black and white world, and he always will. Jack will always be in that simpler world for me. "Happy times". Thanks Jack. Couldn't have done it without you!