We’ve been enjoying my birthday present this holiday. I was in a rush packing. No I wasn’t, but I happened to leave one aspect of my ‘leisurely’ packing until the last minute, and by then I had no time or patience for selecting some nice DVDs to take to watch while away. So I grabbed the box with From the Earth to the Moon, because we can watch that umpteen times and still come back for more.
And as we’ve nerded merrily I’ve been struck by the six degrees of separation theory, yet again. We watched Apollo 12 last night. The one with Alan Bean, who is the one Frank Cottrell Boyce met when he wrote Cosmic. I’ve actually met someone who’s met someone who was on the moon!! And he seems so nice! Alan Bean, I mean. (Oops, that rhymed.) Frank is also nice, but I’m concentrating on my astronaut here.
I know there is a risk I like the actor playing Alan Bean, rather than the real astronaut, but I feel they’ve done quite well with most of their casting throughout the twelve episodes, and I’m really struck by the different way the different crews got on with each other. Or not. Bit of a shock that Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin had ‘issues’. That makes the friendship between all three on Apollo 12 so much more valuable.
The Apollo programme was responsible for getting me to read newspapers, and to watch the news on television regularly. Until then I had very little interest in boring, grown-up things. I cut out every single thing about Apollo and stuck it into my folder on space. (Wonder where that is now?)
If I’d known at the time that there’d be this great television series about the Apollo programme, and that something so useful as videos and DVDs would be invented, I’d have wanted to speed history up. Lucky that Apollo 13 was made into a film, and that Tom Hanks was so taken with the whole space thing that he made twelve hours of Apollo films for us to nerd over.
We’ll most likely watch some more tonight.