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Had a long-overdue reshuffle in the man cave. Now I can play PS5 whilst looking at a wall of comics, Hot Toys and other geeky memorabilia. 😍

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I usually reserve my Hot Toys collection for characters with deep personal resonance—whether from a comic book that left an impression or a character I've admired since childhood. Though I don’t have a particular affinity for Punisher (or War Machine), this diecast figure really stood out to me from the moment I first saw it. Its shelf presence is remarkable.

I bought the Darth Maul figure on a complete whim, and I have to say, it also looks spectacular.

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Probably the most impressive head sculpt I've seen Hot Toys produce.

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My 5-year-old daughter took this photo.

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The Alex Ross staircase is coming along.

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I'm a grown man, with a myriad of responsibilities, but I'm honestly having the time of my life right now.

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My own personal Fortress of Solitude.

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Nancy Versus the World

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For over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic.

Before the dark times.

Before Nancy.

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Quarantine ain't so bad with this little one around.

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My daughter, Nancy, auditioned for the role of Dutch in the new Predator remake. Didn't get it though. Too intimidating.

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Came home from work to find this bad boy on the coffee table. My mum found it on the back street. It was covered in green ink, but some turpentine and a bit of elbow grease dealt with that. Makes an excellent centrepiece in the man cave. Love it.

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THOUGHTS ON MY MAN CAVE AND MY GRANDAD

As a child I would often accompany my grandfather to his allotment. In those days he would spend hours upon hours pottering around with this or that and, at the age of ten, I felt baffled by his relentless daily need to spend time planting and digging and mending things; I couldn't understand how he gained so much pleasure from what I used to view as mundane activities. The years passed, Grandad died, and all those countless hours spent in each other's company became hazy half-remembered moments -- moments that I would give anything to experience again.

Today I know absolutely nothing about gardening -- so an allotment is out of the question -- but when I'm up here, in a small and silly way, I feel like I'm communing with the sense of peace that Grandad so often attained and I didn't then comprehend.