I remember the moon landing. I kept asking my mother when they were going to put my cartoons on, instead of all this low quality space stuff. At about 3pm, I realised I would not be seeing my morning cartoons. It was just wrong. I think my basic sense of injustice springs from that event.

On this memorable anniversary, may I suggest you read my very short story, This Neil Armstrong is not dead, as presented by the lovely people at Cafe Irreal. The true story of the Apollo mission, finally.

(I have another Apollo story, an alternative history called Avoiding Gagarin, which I can’t provide a free link to. There was a comment by someone that they didn’t know anything about that time period. I despaired, and felt very old. It was the equivalent of someone my age saying they know nothing of the second world war.)