So long Mr. Clarke.

Once upon a time there was a man working in the RAF as a radio and radar specialist turning the science fiction of the time into reality. He bought a book, read it, wrote 'wow' in a dozen places in the margins, put it in his kitbag and forgot about it. Twenty years later a fourteen year old kid found his Dad's copy of Childhood's End in the loft and stayed there reading it till his torch ran out.  The result was a lasting passion for Science Fiction in all its forms.

Arthur C. Clarke died today. I hope that one day I can see a fraction as far as he did.