The Death Of Bazooka Joe

I have never seen a Bazooka Joe chewing gum comic strip. Not in the flesh that is. And now I never will.

Oh I’m aware of them certainly, seen photos and scans, its just that they never made it to Pontefract, West Yorkshire, England, when I was growing up. And while a move to London gave arise to the experience of a Reese’s Piece and a Krusty Kreme, Bazooka Joe stayed a foreigner to me.

Not to all Brits. Stuart Goddard, better known as Adam Ant, is a famous comic book fan (I once met him at one of the nineties London comic cons), and his first band was called Bazooka Joe.

So when I hear the news that Bazooka Joe is to cease their inside-wrapping comic strips in an attempt to modernise the brand, I feel a ghost nostalgic twang. In another world, another life, when I was born an American, they may well have been a big thing to me. And sent me on my way, inspired, with longform birth certificate in hand, to become President.

As it is, I’m a comics blogger in England. Ah, what could have been.

NBC runs this report on sixty years of Bazooka Joe.