As Norman Nicholson wrote in his poem: You can start the count down, you can take a last look you can pass me my helmet from it's plastic hook you can cross out my name in the telephone book. When my capsule door is sealed and my spaceflight has begun, circling round me like the planets round the Sun, I’ll be centre of my gravity, a universe of one, You can watch on television and follow from afar, Tracking through your telescope my upward shooting star for I'm off to outerspace tomorrow morning