Mild warning: for the first four or five pages you may feel you've somehow downloaded the wrong product. But the delicate drawings of figures from Greek mythology are soon displaced by the familiar half man half biscuit figures of Stapleton's usual style. The slightly disconcerting beginning is by way of a metaphor for and introduction to the themes of the story - the most obvious being the divide between the sexes and the difficulty of communication.
I confess the distinction between nerd and geek is blurred in my mind. John, our hero, is possibly a bit of both. Balding, bearded and beer-bellied (his stomach in particular is almost a character in its own right), he longs for female company and is reading the Camra Sutra, supposedly a guide to escaping singleton-land for real ale lovers. The book doesn't appear to help much; John is variously battered and bemused until, dumping the book, he accidentally encounters the woman of his dreams. A whirlwind romance ensues (charmingly captured by snapshots rather than a long-winded narrative) and...
But, as Cupid Stunt used to say, I'm telling you the plot. Suffice to say the story is engaging, with moments of humour, tenderness, embarrassment and shared enthusiasm. But another warning - you will need to be seriously into classic Doctor Who (and no, I'm not talking about the good 'old' days of David Tennant) to fully appreciate some of the exchanges between John and his lady love, Sally. (For the record, I think she's wrong; the programme more or less died a year earlier than is posited here, though the Nathan-Turner era does have its high points) There is geekery galore on display, from the songs quoted to the contents of John's DVD shelf, and a final twist that, not being a drinker, it took me a little effort to grasp.
I don't know how the co-writing of this book worked in practice, but the end result is a lot of fun. There are lovely little touches throughout (such as the way Sally uses the word 'beamed', and the subtle double meaning of 'I wasn't looking') and the attempt to pick up a woman at an auction is a minor classic of comic pathos.
Recommended.
I do have one major quibble, though - in regard to John's apparently exemplary DVD collection.
Tripods? Really..?