I can’t get used to that number. When I was growing up as a child I loved science-fiction. Books, films, television – you name it and I enjoyed it. 2001: A Space Odyssey, Space: 1999, Gerry Anderson’s marvellous UFO. They all predicted the future where space travel was common place. We drove round in these fantastic, futuristic cars and no one worked; we just had one long holiday with cyborgs looking after us. Now all those dates are in the past and none of the predictions came to much.