George Forsythe is that classic definition of a first-time author; a creative shut-in in his late twenties with an over-active imagination and far too much free time on his hands. An engineer by trade, or at least according to what it says on his university diploma, George’s first foray into the world of literature is marked by his penchant for taking the eccentricities of everyday life and blowing them out of all proportion to create stories of madcap misadventure, that are nothing if not just a bloody good time.
Are we alone in the universe? That really is the big question, isn’t it? Are the little green men out there, hitchhiking from planet to planet across the vast emptiness of the cosmos? And, more importantly, what will they do when they find us? Will their first reaction be to vaporise us with death...
