There was a small, shuffling pause, then various appalling renditions of Auld Lang Syne began to break out among the cheering multitude. Of course! New Year! Scanning the revellers, I spotted some Happy 1952 banners.
Bad is the new good.
Which is good. What's bad is that time isn't running in quite the right direction. And if he doesn't get off the planet soon, he's going to have to go through puberty again. Backwards.
This is a hilariously moving, movingly hilarious novel and marks a massive step-change in Rob Grant's growth as a writer. Here is a hugely commerical new voice in mainstream, high concept, high in poly-saturates, commercial fiction.
The far future, deep space- the remnants of the human race are in trouble.
Dave Lister has finally found his way back to the planet Earth.