Facehugger

For my second day off with the kids this hols, i herded them on up to the temp sci fi exhibition at the Arbuthnott Museum in Peterhead. (Yes, I know, I should have tried harder in the making memories for life department but they wanted to go, honest).

Anyway, what can i say....Matt le blanc is tiny.....his costume from Lost in Space was so ickle. But not as tiny as the costume from a show I'd never heard of next to it which was entitled..."costume from a very small actor". For some reason that gave me a massive giggling fit. The kids and Sam's pal Lucas thought the exhibition was okay, while I was kinda more drawn by the permanent exhibits from this North East corner. Whaling harpoons, scrimshaws and spermacetti..consigned to history thank god, at least in Scotland.. and among the inevitable fishing tales and histories there is an amazing pewter dish and two beautiful old wooden chairs, one carved with the husband and wife's insignia from 1660 or thereabouts. If those chairs could tell tales of the bahookies that had graced and disgraced them over the years.

I'm still a bit worried at my over enthusiastic reaction to the Voyager holodeck holder thingamibob...I'm just a coin flip away from being a secret scifi nerd.

Lair of the Alien facehuggers could be a pretty apt description of our trip to Peterhead McDonald's for lunch afterwards.

Alas, we had to cut short the day as my car was shuddering along like a possessed and stumbling Vincent Price and flashing its engine light like Vampira on heat.