i remember the day i
was told star trek was make believe
annemarie was off doing
her night college, we were not yet an item, i was, however, on
babysitting duties.
sitting in a toy strewn
front room i was help the kid build something with lego. i say
something because i had no idea what he was making. it might have
been something to do with transformers, it might have been a sleek
aeroplane, it might have been a gun, it may have been some futuristic
bridge, it could have been an entry into the turner prize.
whatever it was he was
happy.
if he was happy i was
happy.
if he was happy
annemarie would be happy and well who knows how that might go.
(nowhere for months if you must know).
as we were playing i
noticed that star trek was on bbc2.
real proper classic
star trek. kirk, spock, mccoy and scottie
william shatner star
trek. william fucking shatner – an actor who could touch the outer
reaches of ham and make it look like he was still grounded in the
worlds of shakespeare. his scene chewing made star trek more than
just a science fiction show, it made it more than just a mirror of
contemporary society – it made star trek magic.
(if you want to know
the real problem spin off series such as next generation, voyager and
enterprise? they acted, maybe not well but they acted. whereas deep
space 9 – well that had avery brooks a man, a legend an actor who
took the shatner playbook ran with it and added to it. star trek is
supposed to be bigger than life and it needs bigger than life actors
leading the way.)
so i ask the kid have
you ever watched star trek?
no he says.
do you want to i ask,
ok he says. (nothing
like enthusiasm to make a day).
i turn it on and i am
thrown back to the days of wonder when i first started watching trek.
hand on heart i was a fan, but never a dedicated one. a frother but
not a fanatic.
of course i sort of
expect that sort of wonder to wash over the kid. i expect him to look
at and escape into the excitement and thrills of the show. in truth i
wanted him to like it.
we watch a few minutes
– it might have been the tholian web episode, or that one where
shatner fights the lizard beast, or mccoy saves that alien creature
with a bit of polyfiller, or the one with joan collins. it doesn't
matter which one it was – it had william fucking shatner in it and
therefore wonderful.
or not as the case may
be.
the kid looked at me
and said – it's not real it is all made in a studio.
what? what? what? i
give the kid tv gold and he throws it back in my face with a it is
all made up, what kind of shit is this. i mean, no, really what kind
of shit is this.
i descend into a bit of
a blue fugue.
talk about pissing on
your parade!
just around the time i
make him some tea (then i did have to cook – not well just enough
to get by), we are watching street hawk on tv (it is some dreary
programme about a bloke dashing around the place on a sleek bike
solving crimes), and blow me down but the kid is well into it. he
turns to me and then starts explaining how street hawk is related to
knight rider who is a cousin of blue thunder and they are all pals
with the bloke who drives the big truck everywhere. no doubt they all
go for tea around at manimal's house.
what the fuck.
so you are happy to
tell me that star trek is made up and not real, but you want to fill
my head with nonsense about shitty programmes involving talking cars?
no. no. no. and no
again.
but i am a grown up and
i act like one. (all the swearing was silent and just internal
dialogue.)
i just nod my head and
agree. i let him witter on telling me and more about their
adventures. my eyes don't glaze over but i am thinking of other
things: klingons, romulans and uhura.
several years later i
see that my work with the kid did pay off.
i'd been separated from
his mum for a few years and i get a call out of the blue – can you
get the kid tickets to see the star trek next generation movie? oh hi
how are you? can you? (obviously we were picking up from where she
kicked my heart apart). i'll try i say.
i get him tickets.
him and his mate go see
the movie.
he had become a
trekker. parenting job done.
stick that in your
airwolf and smoke it.
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