The products of Gerry Anderson's incredible imagination
lit up my childhood, all the way from
Fireball XL5 in 1963 to Space 1999 in the
mid-1970s. These weekly sneak-previews of
the future (as I was convinced they were)
captivated me at a time when I had no more
serious concerns in life than what style of hover-scooter I'd require when I grew up and
whether or not caps with flip-down
communication devices would be available in my size.
Thank you, Mr Anderson, for the countless hours of pleasure. F.A.B., S.I.G., P.W.O.R.