Having just joined (this is my first blog, scary) I have been attentively reading peoples splendid blogs.  One about time travel as a holiday destination gave me pause for thought.  I vaguely recall a film where a group of visitors stayed in a small town in the US.  They turned out to be the future ‘us’ on a holiday excursion to the past.  The story goes that the future ‘us’ have an idyllic and peaceful life but are essentially bored.  They take holiday excursions to observe past disasters.  Time travel has always been a favourite, In Terminator, the leader sending his friend back in time to protect his mother, fall in love and have a child who is the leader.  I remember yonks ago a children’s program called the Tomorrow People. The concept of time travel was that you could not disturb anything.  If you killed a mosquito, that mosquito might have given malaria to an ancestor that dies as a consequence.  Now he will live and one of his descendants may alter society in some way and thus the future.

 The thought of going back to witness momentous historical events and meet historical heroes is so appealing.  To see the birth of Jesus, witness the burning of Rome, talk to Shakespeare, this list is endless. Would I be able to resist changing things though?  Hitler is the obvious, killing him as a child. Go to 1066 and yell to Harold "DUCK!" at the appropriate time. What about our own ancestors?  Would I resist stopping my great uncle from getting on the Titanic?  With the recent past, would I be able to resist persuading my youthful self from asking Karen S out?  She was intelligent and gorgeous.  When she walked into a pub jaws dropped and guys were forever sending over bottles of Champaign.  We were friends and I was in love with her.  I was so worried about rejection, after all what would a girl like her want with the shy gangly youth in the corner, that I never told her of my feelings, never held her hand or gazed lovingly into her eyes.  So I remained her friend and kept my puppydog feelings to myself.

 At a uni re-union a few years after leaving, I expect you know where this is going, Karen was not there but one of her best friend was.  Conversation got around to absent friends and Karen’s name came up.  She dropped the bombshell that Karen had been waiting for me to ask her out!   

Mm, risk the future for a kiss from Karen?  It’s a no brainer.