Dr Who ??
October 17th 2007 01:06
I should probably start by qualifying the fact that I am not from the long dead planet Galafrey, and my mode of transport is not an old blue Police box. So when you take these facts into into consideration the concept of time travel, for me at least, should therefore seem impossible.
Unless, that is, you have been driving a Toyota Avalon with Elvis Costello playing on the cassette. Thats right, a 2005 model horseless carriage with a tape player!
A form of time travel is permissable, for instance, every time I hear a SLADE song, I am instantly 11 years old again, whisked back to my very own "Life on Mars" its 1974 all over again. A time of matching Paisley shirts and ties, blokes had sideburns down to their chins and everybody had a transistor radio, Luxury!
Towed along by Mother, the weekly trip to town, would uncover the latest releases in ye old local Record bar ( Boots the chemist was mine). Rows of eight tracks lined up for a trip in the Mark 3 Cortina. The arrival of the brilliantly named Compact cassette, (obviously a marketing genius thought that up! ) heralded the arrival of tape recorders the size of shoeboxes, which when place directly under the telly to record, allowed one the ability to Karaoke along in the privacy of your own room, but I digress.
Back to the Toyota Tardis, sorry! Avalon, foisted on an uncaring Australian public, it was an old car on release having emigrated from the good old USA. Designed to cater to Moms and Dads in the Midwest, it found a more genteel and retired clientele in OZ. Always driven at 20kmh under the speed limit, the " Pensioner GT" is perfect for the Sunday drive to the bowling club parking lot in the sky.
Unless, that is, you have been driving a Toyota Avalon with Elvis Costello playing on the cassette. Thats right, a 2005 model horseless carriage with a tape player!
A form of time travel is permissable, for instance, every time I hear a SLADE song, I am instantly 11 years old again, whisked back to my very own "Life on Mars" its 1974 all over again. A time of matching Paisley shirts and ties, blokes had sideburns down to their chins and everybody had a transistor radio, Luxury!
Towed along by Mother, the weekly trip to town, would uncover the latest releases in ye old local Record bar ( Boots the chemist was mine). Rows of eight tracks lined up for a trip in the Mark 3 Cortina. The arrival of the brilliantly named Compact cassette, (obviously a marketing genius thought that up! ) heralded the arrival of tape recorders the size of shoeboxes, which when place directly under the telly to record, allowed one the ability to Karaoke along in the privacy of your own room, but I digress.
Back to the Toyota Tardis, sorry! Avalon, foisted on an uncaring Australian public, it was an old car on release having emigrated from the good old USA. Designed to cater to Moms and Dads in the Midwest, it found a more genteel and retired clientele in OZ. Always driven at 20kmh under the speed limit, the " Pensioner GT" is perfect for the Sunday drive to the bowling club parking lot in the sky.
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