I’m supposed to be a writer: a man of words, able to express himself using the English vocabulary, telling others what I think and feel. Yet there are times when experiences go beyond words; times when all I can really do is squeal and wave my arms around in spasticated, ecstatic joy. I think I’ve recorded a few such moments on here over the years, but this morning, having just watched the latest episode of Picard, I think I had one of the greatest. I know that not everyone will have watched it so I better not say much, but what I saw this morning filled me with awe and joy. For a moment I became my ten or eleven year old self again, so thrilled by watching Star Trek The Next Generation on Wednesday evenings, itching to then go and play with his Starship models. Without wanting to give the game away, in this episode we see the return of something – an icon – which we all thought was long gone; and to see it back, to see these characters return to places they belong yet left long ago, feels very, very moving. Yes, you can call it nostalgia, you can call it audience manipulation, you can call it contrived, but nonetheless it is truly incredible. The episode of Star Trek Picard I saw this morning has filled me with a joy the kind and intensity of which I haven’t felt in a very, very long time.