Ground control to Major Fathom
Science fiction is not a genre that has ever done much for me. Space travel, however, regularly conjures similar enjoyable feelings of escapism to the psychedelic carpet ride of some Bowie songs. One of those waves of emotion was triggered during the past Christmas holidays as I was lying on a sofa, half comatose after washing down yet another food marathon with plenty of my mother’s home-brewed ‘Nocino’ liquor. While heroically trying to both stay awake and flip channels on