"Sit down. Relax. Lets have a beer !"
and if that didn't work my alternative would be
"Get the fuck out of my space"
As a child, in the 1950s, I always wanted a Dan Dare Space Control Radio Station. Two-way radio, morse key, morse decoder, searchlight, planet finder, everything a budding space cowboy could ever want. Every Christmas, there it was in the mail order catalogues, teasing me. Looking back from our technology heavy era the toy looks very quaint. Back then, with man on the brink of space travel, it was “the” must have toy. However, for me, it was never to be. My disappointment was always short lived as other gifts, such as the huge fort, home made by my dad, would overshadow and displace any thoughts of radio stations. Until the next time.