Wartime Spitfire pilot, rally driver, commentating on everything from Winston Churchill’s funeral to episodes of Mornington Crescent and presenting Tomorrow’s World in an age where tomorrow’s world was going to be a huge advance in man’s capabilities rather than a massive disaster brought on by man’s hubris.
Commentator Kevin B on Raymond Baxter.
Being able to buy “organic” sprouts at ASDA is no recompense for the lack of a jetpack.
And where the fuck are the my C-beams glittering over Tannhauser Gate? You utter cunts. You fucked it all up didn’t you? For what? I want to know but I demand to know. You took my life (I was born between Apollo 11 and Viking) and puked it out of the conservatory window. For what? What did we get in exchange for it? I want to know. Where did your imagination fail? Where? C’mon tell me right now. Tell me right now why the overseas aid budget is ring-fenced at 0.7% of GDP (practically none of which shall get to the poor) but you can’t afford to fund Skylon.
I’ve only been waiting 37 fucking years. A few years back Labour announced GBP 90 million for “Roof” Kelly to spend on Muslim communities to get them to play nice and promise to not blow shit up (much). Skylon needed GBP 180 million. I despair. The first was raised in the twinkle of an eye. The second…
My regret is different to his. Roy Batty has seen it and regrets the loss. I haven’t had that privilege.
This is the twenty-first century and we’ve got the iPad.
Well, yeah, great.
I guess there’s an app for that.
I don’t want an app. I want a space elevator.