The Cat Wore Electric Goggles

by Ian Hutson

Overview

Relax, ease your gussets and indulge in a picnic for your brain-gland.

Rocket-ships invaded by aliens
Secret government satellites plummeting
Insane Cold War time-travel
Victorian flying-saucers
Elderly ladies and moon landings
Awfully embarrassing royal “first contact”
Edwardian evolution gone splendidly alien
Love, icebergs, ocean liners and ghosts
Crash-test dogs speaking Latin AND Klingon
A viral inconvenience escaping from a lab
Exceedingly logical robotic detectives
...and even a few adventurous medieval monks.

This book is not entirely serious, and it's not entirely not serious. There’s only one cat (briefly) mentioned in the whole book, velociducks do not hunt in packs around English village ponds, and the Moon landing actually cost England a lot more than two hundred and fifty quid. Think Ealing comedy written by old-fashioned chaps in white laboratory coats, some of whom were on psychotropic substances, some of whom were quite sober, and you won't go far wrong. It may be British science fiction, but the science is entirely implausible - and that's really what makes it such fun.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940046066937
Publisher:	Ian Hutson
Publication date:	07/10/2014
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	393 KB

About the Author

Born during tiffin in the sea-side town of Cleethorpes, England, in the year nineteen-sixty. The shame and scandal forced the family to move immediately to Hong Kong. There spoke only Cantonese and some pidgin English and was a complete brat. At the end of the sixties was to be found on the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland. Still a brat. Finally learned to read and write under the strict disciplinarian regime of the Nicolson Institute and one Miss Crichton. Then spent a year living in Banham Zoo in Norfolk, swapping childhood imaginary friends for howler monkeys and gibbons. Literally in the zoo, to get home he had to go through the entry turnstiles, past the wolves, past the bears and past the penguins. Didn’t bother with the local school for the entire year, and school was grateful.

Found himself working for the English Civil Service. Was asked to leave by the Home Secretary’s secretary’s secretary’s secretary’s assistant. A few years of corporate life earned some more kind invitations to leave. Ran a few unfortunate companies. Went down the plug-hole with the global economy and found himself in court, bankrupt, with home, car and valuables auctioned off by H.M. Official Receivers. Lived for some years then by candlelight in a hedgerow in rural Lincolnshire as a peacenik vegan hippie drop-out. Now lives on a canal boat, narrowboat Cardinal Wolsey, rushing up and down England’s canals and rivers at slightly over two miles per hour. Wrestles with badgers.

Dog person not a cat person. Dogs and cats both know this.