by Gurmeet Mattu
while you work, Mr Spock sang,
Klingons are all berks, Theyre all
barmy, Sos their army, Klingons are all
warrior facing him glowered and reached for his
teshmak, the Empires version of
Starfleets tricorder. Give me your
name, Vulcan, he demanded, We will
deal with you once the mighty Klingon Empire
conquers your puny Federation. Already our fleet
of warbirds are converging on Earth. Now, give me
held up a hand in warning, his face hardened with
anger. Dont tell him, Spock!
Captain Mainwaring screeched.
I hit Pause.
Something was wrong, very wrong. Id copied
all the video tapes to DVD so carefully, but
somehow my Best of 60s TV had screwed up.