Of course, there's Life on Mars!
How could I forget that brilliant TV detective series, Life on Mars?
Poor old DI Sam Tyler -- sent back in time to 1973, when
apparently CCTV didn't exist, well not on the city streets anyway.
I find the plots are somewhat feeble and predictable, but it's great
to watch -- I certainly feel that I'm back in 1970s Britain, while I'm
watching, and I think the acting is great.
Thinking about space exploration, and sending a probe or a sniffer
dog (a Beagle) all the way to Mars -- I can understand scientists
getting a buzz out of looking at some samples of rock or dust sent
back from Mars -- but who on earth would ever want to visit such a
hell-hole! Life would have to be utterly intolerable here, for me to
set off on a voyage into outer space.
If I were a spaceman, I can imagine that it would be fairly easy to
eat and drink, but how would I go about having a pee or a poo,
without it going all over the place? And how does a spaceman wipe
his bum afterwards? Does he have to sit in a poo-filled nappy
during parts of the flight -- or is he catheterised in some way?
I'm sure these topics would be suitable for a future episode of Blue
Peter, a children's TV programme, as kids like adults are curious to
find out about these things. They'd no doubt like to know more
about the famous Royal wee and the Royal poo -- are they the
same as those of us, their loyal subjects? And which brand of bog
roll do the Royals like to use -- and does the bog roll have a label
on it, saying "By appointment to Her Majesty The Queen"?
Does the Queen have lav attendants, I wonder? ... Knights of the
Bogs, processing up and down the corridors, in ceremonial costume?
I can't imagine her ladies-in-waiting having to don rubber gloves to
set about scrubbing the Royal loos, or popping out to Tesco Metro
for a can of air freshener.
Sorry about all this ... I'm rambling again.
Poor old DI Sam Tyler -- sent back in time to 1973, when
apparently CCTV didn't exist, well not on the city streets anyway.
I find the plots are somewhat feeble and predictable, but it's great
to watch -- I certainly feel that I'm back in 1970s Britain, while I'm
watching, and I think the acting is great.
Thinking about space exploration, and sending a probe or a sniffer
dog (a Beagle) all the way to Mars -- I can understand scientists
getting a buzz out of looking at some samples of rock or dust sent
back from Mars -- but who on earth would ever want to visit such a
hell-hole! Life would have to be utterly intolerable here, for me to
set off on a voyage into outer space.
If I were a spaceman, I can imagine that it would be fairly easy to
eat and drink, but how would I go about having a pee or a poo,
without it going all over the place? And how does a spaceman wipe
his bum afterwards? Does he have to sit in a poo-filled nappy
during parts of the flight -- or is he catheterised in some way?
I'm sure these topics would be suitable for a future episode of Blue
Peter, a children's TV programme, as kids like adults are curious to
find out about these things. They'd no doubt like to know more
about the famous Royal wee and the Royal poo -- are they the
same as those of us, their loyal subjects? And which brand of bog
roll do the Royals like to use -- and does the bog roll have a label
on it, saying "By appointment to Her Majesty The Queen"?
Does the Queen have lav attendants, I wonder? ... Knights of the
Bogs, processing up and down the corridors, in ceremonial costume?
I can't imagine her ladies-in-waiting having to don rubber gloves to
set about scrubbing the Royal loos, or popping out to Tesco Metro
for a can of air freshener.
Sorry about all this ... I'm rambling again.
posted by justin at 12:17 am
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5 Comments:
Space Bog: 23hundred hours...somewhere over(insert appropriate ocean/continent(sic) here)...an astronaut needs to 'go'...for more space deficatory info than you will ever need to poke a weightless bog roll at go here
And...way back when the Queen opened the 1974 Commonwealth Games here in NZ they built a grand convenience for the royal bottom behind the saluting platform, for something upward of $7,500NZ a HUGE sum at that time. It was never used ;)....
rambling maybe- entertaining definitely- funny... absolutely!
Many thanks, Anon and Angel.
I've often thought about how space-folk go about relieving themselves when in space, and clean themselves up afterwards.
I wonder if a crew member gets any privacy when he/she has to go, as onboard space must be very limited, and must get smelly. "Hey, Uri, pass me some blogroll would you, please?"
Blogger made me anon for some odd reason?...:)
I don't like today (2007). Maybe if I jump in front of a car. Maybe, just maybe, I might get transported back to 1973 (please God).
Jes kidding! Would be nice though. To revisit the seventies. Not the bit about hurling oneself in front of a jamjar though. :)
It's 1973. I'm your guv'nor and it's lunch time. I'm 'aving 'oops!
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