Obviously this was not a little strange, particularly as I had just that morning been wondering whether to aquire just such a thing.
"I'll exchange it for some magic beans" I replied, which luckily I happened to have in my possession.
We duly concluded the contract, and whilst he started his climb upward to the land of Feeing, Fieing and Foing, I dialled in a date on the box which was about forty years hence and pressed the red button.
Immediately I was face to face with a man sitting on a bench and looking intently at his watch. He started a bit when he saw me, before saying 'Ah, hello. Right on time, too".
I took a picture of him, which you can see here.
He immediately told me the time and date, and that I must remember it perfectly.
I enquired why, and was not a little confused to be told that he was me, only forty years older and that if I remembered the time and date he'd given me, and turned up then, here, then we would meet. Obvious really.
Unfortunately, shortly afterwards we started arguing, as I frequently do with myself, and after a particularly barbed comment about what I had done twenty years ago for him, and twenty years ahead for me, and which had caused him / me no end of bother, and which to be fair I really couldn't yet be blamed for, I bid farewell to myself and hit the green 'home' button and found myself back where I had started.
This was great, if slightly marred by the Giant thundering round creating mayhem and shouting in a big booming voice "Who nicked my bloody goose? I'll murder him!".
Life can be strange some days.
