21 STARRY STARRY NIGHT

GEORGE'S BLOG

 

AGED 10 MONTHS

 

STARRY STARRY NIGHT

 

 

Welcome to my world, won’t you come on in. Sorry this is a long Blog, but all the universe is featured here.

 

I went to the International Space Station (ISS) with my Mum, Dad and Sister Freya. Whoops, no I didn’t, it was the National Space Centre (NSS). What ever, they are both off this planet. The ISS is 220 miles up in the sky by spaceship, the NSS is 39.4 miles by road. Even though I am only 10 months old and not supposed to be interested in anything but eating, pooing, cables, remotes, telephones and sleeping I thought the Space Station, sorry, Centre was amazing.

 

My most favourite thing in all the world as well as eating, pooing, cables, remotes, telephones and sleeping is STARS. Not stars like Mr Tumble or Postman Pat stars of Cbeebies, or Robbie Williams or  One Direction or Sir Ken Dodd they are celebrities, but stars that twinkle in the sky. They fascinate me.

 

When I made my first big steps (not walking – I can’t yet, but watch this space I’m nearly there)  in the world and got my first own room at a few weeks old my walls were covered in pretty stars. As I lay between sleep and feeds I would stare at them and think “How I wonder what you are.”

 

Sister Freya used to sing a song to me too: “Twinkle twinkle little star.” As I grew older I realised there were lots of stars twinkling in the dark, black velvety sky. I tried counting them but it’s difficult when you cannot count. But I think there are probably millions of stars in the sky.

 

Grandad says you always need a dream, if you don’t have a dream how you gonna have a dream come true. You can’t argue with that. My dream is to go into space and take a bag, a good strong one and collect lots of stars. I think they will be the size of a rusk biscuit and covered in stardust. Mum buys Sister Freya packets of stardust from Tesco to make her glitter pictures.

 

So the Space Centre was brilliant for me because it was all about going into space, the moon, planets and best of all, stars.

 

Grandad loves space too and wanted to come to the NSS but he didn’t. I don’t think Mum and Mamma allowed him. You see Grandad is worse than me for randomly pressing buttons to see what they do and Mum and Mamma were worried he’d take me in a rocket press a few buttons and me and him would be off to the moon. How exciting would that be? But Grandad’s not very good at changing nappies, especially in space where there is no gravity. So he had to stay home.

 

At the Space Centre I learned about other planets too. There is Mars. That’s our only source of supply for Mars bars, Grandad’s favourite chocolate. I’m still not allowed one. There was Pluto, where Mickey Mouse’s alien dog mate comes from. He just arrived, without warning, in a UFO one day, in the Disney studios. But then because he was the only person who lived on Pluto and he’d left and come to earth they decided in 2006 Pluto planet was no more.

 

I was mesmerised by this 15 minute film about stars in the sky. It took me back to my younger days (well, back 9 months) when at the age of 1 month old I lay in my cot watching the stars, waiting for my feed and contemplating the meaning of life.

 

I learned about the ISS. Due to my age I’m not the best at absorbing facts and figures. More like looking for mischief to get into. There were so many interesting cables knobs buttons, levers, balls, TVs, spaceships and floors. Where is Grandad when you need him most?

 

But in a nutshell I think the ISS is for repairs in space. They maintain the moon from there. Have you noticed how sometimes there’s only a bit of moon showing and another time it is huge big bright light in the sky. The moon is serviced once a month, dusted and polished. Batteries and fused bulbs are replaced which means the moon is at its biggest, brightest and shiniest.

 

Each star has to have a new battery too but they last at least year or even more for the smaller stars.

 

I want to visit the stars. Grandad says aim for the stars, but I may have to start with the moon.

 

I have been to the stars. Grandad has pushed me there on the swings in the park:

 

He pushed me:

                Up to the top of the swing

Up to the tops of the trees

                Up to the birds flying in the sky

                Up to the clouds

                Up to the moon

                Up to the sky

                Up to the space rockets

                Up to the stars

Up to the sun

                Up to the stars

Up to the space rockets

                Up to the sky

                Up to the moon

                Up to the clouds

                Up to the birds flying in the sky

                Up to the tops of the trees

                Up to the swing

 

But I couldn’t collect any stars for two reasons: 1. It was daytime and the stars are like owls and only come out at night. 2. We had no time to hang about as Mamma would be annoyed because we were late for tea anyway.

 

When Grandad saw me after I got back from the space station (sorry centre), after he’d got over his tantrum because I’d gone and not taken him, he said probably the best way to get to space and the moon and stars was as a space tourist. That sounds a good plan, I though. A ticket costs $58 million to go to the ISS and probably $175 million to skim the moon. I suppose you could parachute out, but it would be difficult with no gravity and how do you get back to earth?

 

Because I am not yet one year old I don’t understand numbers too well and what’s this money thing all about,  $175 million? Grandad ‘s kindly said he’ll help me there. I think he and Mamma will pay. They buy me, Sister Freya, Cousin Rory and Cousin Ewan every single thing we want if Nanny and Grandad haven’t bought it first. Grandad also said I may be able to work for my passage as they do on ships. But it sounds a lifetime plus of work to me.

 

Grandad has said he will buy me a piggy bank. He’s going to talk me through the workings of that. I think you put a few coins in it and it grows into $175 million by the time you are 18 years old. I have to wait hundreds and hundreds of years before I’m 18 years old, what a boring, long time. But that’s OK I’m not allowed to go to the ISS now, anyway, for one simple reason Tesco or the Coop have not yet opened a branch on it so you can’t buy nappies or baby food there. They are my lifeline.

 

 

GRANDAD’S BORING FACTS BIT:

 

On 27th February 2017 US private rocket company SpaceX announced that two private citizens have paid to be sent around the Moon. The mission is planned for late 2018, SpaceX CEO Elon Musk said, adding that the tourists "have already paid a significant deposit".

 

NASA estimates that a round-trip ticket to the ISS on the SpaceX Crew Dragon or the Boeing CST-100 Starliner would cost about $58 million.

 

A one-way trip to the ISS, however, covers a distance of roughly 220 miles. Musk said yesterday that the SpaceX lunar trip would brush past the surface of the Moon and venture deeper into space, before looping back to Earth — a distance of approximately 300,000 to 400,000 miles. (It’s not clear how they arrived at those numbers, considering that a one-way trip to the Moon when it’s closest to Earth is about 225,623 miles, according to NASA.)

 

How much would this much longer trip cost? Space Adventures, a travel agency that arranges space journeys for private citizens, says the price tag is more than double the cost of a trip to the ISS: about $175 million dollars per seat. The company, which has already sent seven individuals to the space station, plans to send tourists around the Moon by 2020 — and that’s how much they’re going to charge.

When I was a lad at school around 13 years old, our Maths teacher used to call me Wol. At the end of the year as we were moving up a class I plucked up courage to ask why he called me Wol. He told meit was thename of the deslexic owl in Winnie the Pooh. With my Harry Potter glasses he said I looked like the Wise Old Owl in the Winnie the Pooh stories.

 

Being the vain person I am I took it as a compliment

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