My hands shake as I type this, on our way home from Destination Star Trek london. About thirty minutes ago, my dream came true: having somehow blagged my way to the front of a long queue, I got to meet Sir Patrick Stewart. My fingers shook as I told him about my thesis, about the part about him, and how much it meant. I couldn’t show him much, but he seemed genuinely impressed, giving me time to type. He congratulated me heartily on my ‘outstanding achievement’. While I unfortunately couldn’t record the amazing moment with a photo or video, what just happened has made me happy beyond words. He seemed a genuinely nice guy, and I feel honoured to have shaken his hand. It feels as if something has been made complete.