We've got a little world of our own

Sitting tonight watching the 1973 Westworld with himself.

I watched this with my da when I was not so old... can't quite remember when but long enough ago that I was exceptionally scared by the unstoppable Yul Bryner.

Am sitting having the same anxiety I felt back then and I was suddenly overcome with an urge to text my da and tell him I was watching it, all over again.

And then I remembered, my da hasn't been here since very, very long time ago. How could my brain be so confused that it thought I could text my da? Who only knew ever had the joy of four tv channels - let Alone a mobile phone?