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I was a kid in the Sixties and early Seventies Michael and the weird thing about Ray Harryhausen is in an age when there was no internet and fanzines even among the tiny coterie aware they existed were viewed as on a par with paedo mags yet every Scouse kid I knew'd heard of him and you only had to mention one of his films was on at that moment for the whole neighbourhood to immediately empty girls included!

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