So, if they invent time travel it’ll be by the time I’m fifty.
Apparently all time travellers either want to kill Hitler or view the crucifixion.
Not me, if I’m fifty, fat and wrinkled then I want to bung some make-up on my face and get myself down to…I think it was Kings Cross… in the early fiftys and look around for a guy with a beard.
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And would you call yourself Alice, for at least two fine reasons? 😉
Everyone kills Hitler on their first trip back. It’s sort of an initiation.
That’s the word for it!
Ok I know the first fine reason – what’s the second?
And really, not interested in killing Hitler.
Because any convincing reincarnation of AC would derive great pleasure from doing that to Uncle Gerald!
Oh good gods.
Blessed Be Uncle Gerald… or maybe Uncle Al would prefer to use the term beardy git wizard…