![]() This Review was first published on New Elementary last year. And then I seal the deal….”so what are you going to build next?” “Are you going to share his models with your friends online?” she asks. Perhaps neither of us are prepared to see the world in boring grey quite yet… much better to see it in grey, blue and transparent yellow. “I’ve made you some rovers to go with your spaceship.” Perhaps somehow the space ship building gene has passed down a generation. The next morning my son has been up in his bedroom for a while, and now he’s bounding down the stairs holding something. “tell me now why do you build so many spaceships?” The answer seems easy now: long long ago, in galaxy far far away I gave up on seeing the world as a boring place. ![]() I hear my analyst calling me back to the present. When you build a spaceship you find a new way to explore your ordinary everyday life. Suddenly I could see the kitchen worktop as a landing strip and the garden a wonderful new planet to explore. My self-esteem had just grown a little, and the world around me transformed. The prize an amazing space vehicle I could hold in my hand. ![]() And I feel warm and safe.įor the first time in my young life I had managed to successfully follow a set of instructions. The sound of the bricks clicking, the sunlight from the patio doors filtering through the transparent green bricks, the fake moonscape on the discarded packet. ![]() Everything is heady with nostalgia and meaning. Grey pieces scatter across the carpet, and my little hands slots the first oxygen tank onto the torso of my first astronaut. Leaning back on my metaphorical couch, the analysist’s voice chimes, “tell me about your childhood.” I’m five again, and ripping open the packet of a small LEGO space scooter. How many space models does one man need to make to be satisfied? Time to begin some analysis I think. I’m ill, I’m obsessed, 32 Classic Space models this year so far, and the itch still needs to be scratched. Talk of LEGO spaceships subside and normal relations return. And as the thrill of sharing fades out, I settle down for a glass of wine with my dinner with my wife. Let’s get this baby photographed and online. What a ship, better than me and the little guys could have hoped for. Some challenges throughout the afternoon, but after the brainwave that recognised how a couple of technique pins would secure those v-wings, she’s ready. This technique will usher in a whole new set of brick alignment techniques for us builders working in the post-86 Classic Space paradigm. Supress the annoyance, he’s only small, he obviously can’t appreciate the innovation I’m trialling here. “Daddy it sounds like all the other spaceships you’ve built” he notes in the bored tone only a 7-year old can affect. “It is going to be amazing”, I tell him, “I’ve found a way of aligning a row of angled bricks with those old honeycomb pieces”. I start to explain to my son what’s going on upstairs. Lunchtime refuelling, time to leave the hangar and join the civilians back in the rest room… sorry I mean join the family in the dining room. “Prepare for the ride of your life”, I impart to my trusty crew of yellow-faced astronauts. Meanwhile I’m constructing the most epic space ship yet. The front door slams shut and the voices of the wife and children fade off down the street as they set off to do something ‘constructive’ with their weekend. Turn up the Jean Michelle Jarre on the stereo – Equinox perfect for the mood. Mid-morning, second pot of coffee ready, on my hands and knees in the bedroom surround by several hundred blue and grey bricks. And still I’m thinking: if I rotate that row of angled bricks it will align perfectly with one of those beautiful honeycomb pieces… what was that set from 1986 called again? Googling on my phone for some images typing in ‘Classic Space Lego 86’… or was it 1987. “Hello, were you even listening” she resigns herself to asking. Stupid brain! How predictable! Looks like I’m going to be building a Classic Space model again.Īt breakfast with the family drinking my coffee… didn’t quite catch what the wife was saying. What shall I do? Hmmm, … grey plates, transparent yellow bricks… how many hinges do I have in stock. Up early again on Saturday – no work today – a whole day dedicated to whatever I want to do.
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