As a journalist, I aim to write about the most pressing issues of the day.
Which is why this column is about comics.
I’m referring not to Les Dawson, but to the kind of humorous magazines that contain colour illustrations - I believe the modern parlance for them is ‘cartoons’.
In fact, such comics need not even be humorous. Many of them are deadly serious - and are even bought by grown adults.
I was invited to a party a couple of weeks ago - hard to believe, I know - and I could not help but noticing that the host proudly displayed several plastic figurines of popular action heroes on his mantlepiece.
I soon learned that these comicbook characters are on show permanently. They had not been placed there as the result of a lost bet.
We are talking about a grown man here - someone who can be legally served alcohol and is capable of writing stern letters to weekly newspapers complaining about the choice of subjects raised by frivolous columnists.
And once he reads this piece, he’s likely to do both.
Which leads me neatly to this week’s big question: does there come a time when we become too old for comics?
The answer appears to be - it depends on the comic.
American comic books have never been more popular. You just need to visit your local cinema and count the number that have been made into films.
But comics made closer to home - Dundee to be exact - seem to be struggling.
Last week it was revealed that sales of the Dandy have fallen 50 per cent in a year.
It’s desperate times for Desperate Dan.
Which makes this ex-Dandy reader rather sad.