Apparently I missed the moon landing for on the day it all happened we had no TV because along with my parents I was landing in St Neots http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Neots for the first time. I was really, really young honest!
I left St Neots a long time ago, but in a funny way it is still home. It was, and still is, quite possibly the dullest place to grow up in, but hey I still have some odd kind of affection for the place. Probably about time I re-read Orwell’s Coming up For Air and paid it a visit.