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Queue? Not even for Tom Hanks, thanks.

Waterstones are (well, they were yesterday) flogging the possibility that you might get a ticket to stand in a very long queue at some unknown London venue to ‘meet’ Tom Hanks, as he signs his new book. In November. Possibly partly outside, in whatever weather. For hours, as it’s a first come first served queue. I.e. a normal queue for a big name, except you need to ‘win’ a ticket to stand in it.

After investigating their ‘offer’ briefly, I knew it was not for me. I don’t queue well.

And that led me to ponder who I would be willing to do this for. I mean, I like Tom Hanks as much as the next witch, and it’d be interesting to ‘meet’ him. But it would need to be under more comfortable circumstances, and with fewer restrictions. He won’t sign your name. He most likely won’t talk to you. But someone will be on hand to take a photo just as he signs ‘your’ book. No posing, obviously.

Luckily my most favourite people write really good books, but are not such superstars that their queues will last hours. When I thought a little more, I came to the conclusion I’ve not stood – remained – in a long queue. Not for anyone.

Not for Terry Pratchett, nor for Neil Gaiman. After those two I can’t come up with any real queue-magnets. A few stars have been managed by starting in the right spot, and/or running really fast in a well organised way. Daughter once queued for Jacqueline Wilson, where the bookshop sold timed tickets, so you’d at least know which hour was your hour. They also sold photos taken of you with Jacqueline (that really delayed proceedings), which was fine until the camera ran out of memory…

From the Earth to the Moon

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.

One Lucky Guy, by Alan Bean

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.