Okay first off I'm a Yank. There, I said it! I live in Hollywood California, I'm in my 30's, and I'm still as crazy about the work of Gerry Anderson as I was after I read this book this afternoon.
I had to cross the pond to Amazon.co.UK to get my needs met. And this book met my needs. Not only did they meet, but they left and went out for a bite. Came home late and ended in a nasty paper cut. So what I'm trying to say is... I'm insane!
Insane for this book! For a time here, I had to go the Museum of Radio and Television in Beverly Hills, a very cold place, to view Gerry Anderson videos. Now, I hear Tech TV, the cable channel for computer geeks, will be showing some of his work unedited. You see here in the States the powers that be cut all the nasty bits out cause they didn't think we could take it. We'll show them... Well, at least I would have if I hadn't had my cable cut off, and more people had Tech TV as an available channel on their systems.
Oh well, at least I have this great book. I feel as though I've been backstage, smelling the plaster, hanging with the Tracy Brothers, peeking into Lady Penelope's undie drawer, and watching The Hood shave his head and back.
I wish the Gerry coulda been more outgoing. I even wish he were my Dad. I would tell him, "Good job, Pops!" and off we'd go and play catch or shoots n' latters or cricket or whatever you people play. All the time I'd be thinking,"How cool is it that when this bloke's playing with puppets in Heaven, I'll be sitting pretty with all his dough and banging birds night and day!"
Need less to say that won't happen and shouldn't, see I'm married to a wonderful gal who let's me tie her up with string and let's me play puppeteer.
I loved this book! Maybe too much. Is it wrong for a, dare I say... Man, to want to live in a Round House like Jeff Tracy and slip the ol' Mole to Tin-Tin Kyrano every night when Alan is in bed with his Teddy? Well, of course not. My love for the show is as safe and pure as my love and respect for this fine book and all the work of Gerry Anderson.
I just wish I knew even more about Gerry's life and world. Oh, and that he could be my Dad!