Bill was talking about the rover today.
I didn't know it was the name of the big balloon which roams around the village in the Prisoner. Of course I remembered the big balloon itself as its so iconic.
The Prisoner Rover was essentially a border guard and prevents exit from the cupcake Kafkaesque village. In some respects it reminds me of modern overheated xenophobia driving borders up once more. In fact The Prisoner itself could be a metaphor for the isolation felt by anyone caught in the tightening jaws of uncaring insular states riven by division and prejudice.
But eschewing politics, as is only proper on an international Moonbase, we shall rise like a weather balloon set free and ask bigger questions.
The big question on my mind tonight concerns altitude and apertures.
More precisely I am perplexed by the modern phenomenon of sending balloons into the sky with cameras attached.
Just how high can these go? Should they ever pierce the atmosphere and enter space itself would they still function? Wood the balloon stop dead and the camera fail? Would any film or indeed the SIM card in the camera be corrupted?
Whilst I ponder these conundrums of cosmic video I shall step outside with a beer, kick the regolith whilst searching for that kodak moment of Friday night.