The whole Welsh Space Agency (WASA) thing started in around the year 2000AD. The product of an over-active imagination and some time on my hands. It started to take on a life of its own and, though I say it myself, was beginning to get “out there”.
Then came the plagiarists and the thieves and I found out that some film company was planning to make a film of it – without ever talking to me. And a company in London was selling Welsh Space Agency merchandise.
Well if that doesn’t take the wind out of your sails…
So, I stopped. I never wrote another word and it sunk into the sludge at the bottom of the internet.
But now I think, it’s not perfect but this was my effort and why should I hide my work in some archive on a hard-drive that my kids will throw out when I’m dead without ever checking what’s on it. So these pages are presented to you*1, dear reader, precisely as was, without update or apology. So think of this as a sort of archive and make of it what you will. Just don’t nick it.
Oh and next time you gaze up into a starry sky, just think of Dilwyn and his faithful – but nasty hound – Megan who are still up there because we never got around to writing them back down again.
Martin Evans
*1 Until my web-hosting money runs out
