1: 22nd December 2012
I really want to tell my 8 year old that the Mayans got it wrong! They didn't predict the apocalyptic end of our planet on the 21-12-2012....they merely got bored chiselling 5000 years worth of calendars and gave up. They used cocoa in the Mayan times...so why would they sit chiselling indefinitely when they could have been eating chocolate! I could put everyone's mind at rest and start planning the best ever Christmas knowing we'll still be in one piece!
The Globe Theatre in London would be putting on the latest play by Shakespeare. I'd be there in the posh seats away from the commoners, who would be a little too smelly and rowdy for my taste! I'd watch Macbeth exactly how the playwright intended. You don't get much more culturally perfect than that. Yes, I am a Bard geek.
3: August 4/5th 1962
David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust tour....the rise of the cult of Bowie. Oh to have been there!
And while I was in the era, I'd pop across to visit 3 year old me because I was a cute little chubster and I'd like to give myself a hug (as long as it wouldn't cause a paradox or a rift in the space-time continuum or anything similar!!)
5: Year 3000
If it was good enough for Busted, then it's good enough for me!! I remember being at school as a kid and dreaming about the utopian society of the Year 2000 with flying cars and hover bikes. It didn't quite materialise in the way I had anticipated leaving a deep seated disappointment in my heart that no number of floppy discs, silicone chips or dial up modems could allay. Maybe, just maybe by the year 3000 my utopia will have been realised and I can have the fantasy vision of my childhood realised! I'd like to check it out just in case. If not I'll just check out my future descendants and see how a thousand years has affected my genealogy. I'd love to see if my Jones chin and green eyed genes were still holding out!!
Where and when would YOU go????