Childhood's End...

No, I'm not talking about the wee man's childhood. I'm talking about mine.

He and I had a boys weekend away this weekend, during which we went to:

1. Dynamic Earth
2. The Scottish Museum of Flight or whatever it's called.

In Dynamic Earth, there was a female astronaut presenting. We didn't actually see her, but, caught up in the space theme, the wee man bought a toy space shuttle. Then later that night, we watched a few YouTube vids of the shuttle landing and taking off. And by co-incidence, when we got back, the good lady had a Panorama special lined up for us to watch.

At the Flight Museum, we got to explore a Concord, and looked in a cockpit of a Jump Jet Harrier.

...

Never mind the continual litany of the end of decent sci-fi programs. WHAT ABOUT THE ENDING OF ALL MY CHILDHOOD DREAMS!

I'll never fly in a Jump Jet now they've been mothballed.

I'll never get to see the shuttle take-off or land.

And I'll never fly in Concord.

And I still haven't got the flying jetcar they promised me in Tomorrow's World.

Bastards.

posted by Blakey UK @ 10:18 pm 2 comments