Memories, they are a funny old thing. Some are etched on our mind, ready to be recalled seemingly at will, like those once in a lifetime events, our favorite holiday or heady moments of our youth. Yet, there are so many things that we do every day that are inconsequential, which often we do not dwell upon at all, only until something comes along that creates the right spark.
That is what happened to me when I first saw the Series 17 Retro Spaceman, which once I saw him made me think of something that I had not thought about for a long time; Home. But not a recent Home, he transported me back nearly forty years to those cold, dark winter evenings watching old black and white series like King of the Rocket Men that ran after the children’s shows had ended, which I would watch on the sitting room carpet, surrounded by either diecast cars or Lego. Not something that I had thought about for a long time, and clearly a reminder that everything that we have done must be recorded in our noggins somewhere. Continue reading “Memories of the future”