I must be about the only person on the planet who did not witness Mr. Neil Armstrong take his (and Our! and OUR! Our?????) first step onto the moon.I was only 11 and cannot remember precisely why I refused to watch the Great Event, and instead went up to my bedroom. Certainly I was too young (by a year or so) for Masturbation: it cannot have been a More Pressing Priority. And I did not have an Airfix Kit to finish. Yet.
As I remember it was because the whole circus was presented on a grainy b&w AuntyBBC TV set by the gruesome James Burke*, a kind of pre-Celebrity celebrity.
Readers: Just get with the flow, Johnson. Push that broom.
* and Patrick Moore and Cliff Michelmore... Jesus H. Christ no wonder I bridled. But J. Burke was the frontman for the Landing, I am certain.
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And all we REALLY got 32 years later was a dot.com bubble:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPKg2c_bRCs
Well I was only two so I have a good excuse. I did, however, turn the TV off during the immediate newsflash coverage of 9/11, I couldn't stand all the speculation.
All I want for Chrithtmath is me two front monolith.
I watched the Christmas edition of Eastenders a couple of Christmases ago. That was rough.
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