Review
'Personal and engaging . . . anyone who agrees that "
Star Wars; was a defining moment of our collective childhood" will love this book' (
The Times )
'Will give anyone from the era of Spam fritters and Blue Riband biscuits a Prustian rush . . . a witty, heartwarming exploration of the light side of SF fandom' (
SFX magazine )
'Amiable and amusing . . . a glimpse into the world of fandom cranked up, on holiday, given licence to be sillier than usual' (
Daily Telegraph )
'Funny and affectionate' (
Time Out )
'Guaranteed to make you yearn for days of yore... don’t be surprised to find yourself laughing at more in-jokes than you care to admit' (
Focus**** )
'An amiable read' (
Independent )
'Will have you hitching aboard the Millennium Falcon to a galaxy overflowing with infinite possibilities' (
Metro**** )
'A joyous, irreverent celebration of Britain's secret love of the bizarre' (
Gay Times )
'It's hilarious . . . For anyone who has ever liked any of this stuff, there's laughter and nostalgia aplenty' (
Nottingham Evening Post )
Product Description
In 1981, the eight-year-old Bob Fischer was entranced by Daleks, Vogons and crack Imperial Stormtroopers.
Almost three decades later, Bob decides to rekindle the affair with a tour of the UK’s sci-fi and cult TV conventions. Freewheeling from Doctor Who to Discworld, Star Wars to Star Trek and Robin of Sherwood to Red Dwarf, he combines misty-eyed memories with a terrifying travelogue of terrible, torturous . . . terror. Or something.
In space, no one can hear you scream. And don't expect much sympathy in Peterborough, either.