through the mystical portals of memory, I popped into the neighbour-
hood newsagents on my way to school one day and purchased a copy of
TV CENTURY 21 #3. Within this great comic, paradoxically dated a
hundred years in the future, was a sheet of card from which could be
pressed out a model of FIREBALL XL5.
folded pieces into their predetermined shape while my teacher and
classmates looked on, fascinated. I wasn't one who particularly enjoyed
being the object of of such rapt attention, but I was so engrossed in what I
was doing that I paid them scant heed and just got on with it. When I had
finished and the teacher had expressed approbation for the fruits of my
labour, lessons began, and although I couldn't tell you anything else
that happened that day, that particular moment is a fond recollection
nigh-on forty-eight years after the fact.
|Relax - mine doesn't have 'Northernlad' stamped across it|
cover of S.I.G., a magazine devoted to the puppet programmes of GERRY
ANDERSON. I remember thinking that it was a shame it wasn't in colour
and hoping that someone would one day get around to producing a
proper facsimile of this free gift which I greatly coveted.
myself to relive a part of their cherished childhood and bridge the span
between past, present and future. Future? Sure - after all, the comic was
dated February 6th, 2065, so technically it's not due to be published for
another fifty-three years. Thanks to a rift in time and space, however, I
managed to obtain a replacement for the actual comic a good while back.
It's immensely satisfying to finally be able to reunite it with a copy of
its original free gift after so long a period.
Suddenly I'm an eager five year-old child once more, sitting in a chalk-
the stuff of dreams and seemed too far away to even contemplate.