My last blog about NASA’s decision to rule out any more trips to the moon and how I would never follow in the footsteps of Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and co. got me thinking. Us ordinary folk might never get a chance to set foot on a celestial body other than our own, but that shouldn’t stop us dreaming.

With that in mind, I present to you…

Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of Jen Stark. Her 34-year mission to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and civilizations. To boldly go (with her cat) where no man has gone before.

I want to go into space. Ever since I was a little girl, looking up at the night’s sky from my bedroom window, I’ve dreamed of journeying into the black. To quote the nummy Karl Urban as Dr. Bones McCoy, “Space is dark and dangerous”. But I want to go.

And now, I finally can. The news that Richard Branson’s fleet of commercial spaceships is moving towards trial testing made me giddy all over. Apparently the project, codenamed (not very originally) Virgin Galactic is moving up a gear; test flights are set for next year and the first tourist-laden shuttle is to scream past the upper limits of the atmosphere in 2012.

With a little luck, I could be in space in two years. All I need now is a rocket-sized payload of money.

Naturally, my first instinct was to go out and buy a lottery ticket. Alas, my Saturday night entertainment did not involve running around my living room while clutching a winning ticket. Still, I did manage to win £10 on the internet in a game of free bingo later in the evening and I guess every little counts. Plus, I have £20 in my purse from last week’s excursion to the bingo hall. Maybe I should get a special ’space fund’ jar

Still, I did make a few cost-cutting measures this week and young Felicity didn’t seem to mind the switch from Whiskas to Tesco own-brand cat food. I’m sure that £0.76 saving will eventually add up. I’ll be sailing among the stars before you know it.

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