‘This is the voice of the Mysterons. We know you can hear us, Earthmen. We are transmitting on all your radio and television frequencies. We will continue to strike when and where you least expect it. At the appoint hour, as the clock is chiming, the wings of the world will be clipped.’
(Introduction to Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons, The Trap, seriesÂ 1, episode 7, first aired 11th October 1967)
I don’t know why, but when Soph and I got home this evening, I just started to recite the first three sentences of that monologue. I couldn’t remember the whole piece though; my brain had obviously deleted the grammatically incorrect sentence and the inaccurate image.
It is that time of the year again.
I have been invited to a school reunion dinner.
And that opens up the big question; do I want to go to an all-male, black-tie dinner, in Wales (obv), with 90 other chaps next month?
The guest speaker is another former Old Boy (I absolutely bloody hate those two words) who is, apparently, a world-renowned poet, writer and and TV presenter.
Do I need to add that I have never been to a school reunion?
What would you do?
In other news.
I keep forgetting to switch on the pedometer on my phone.
This is a hell of a shame, especially given the tremendous amount of walking I seem to be doing – about 6 miles today.
But I can’t be exactly sure because I didn’t switch the bloody pedometer.