BE CONFUSED, BE VERY CONFUSED
They're making a movie in Brentford. It's unlike any movie that's ever been made before. All the Hollywood Greats are in it. All the dead ones anyway. They've got this Cyberstar equipment, you see. A computer system that can generate life-sized moving holograms of famous film stars. The big question is, where did they get it from? Or should the question be WHEN?
Russell's producing the movie. Not that he really knows how to, but he's prepared to give it a go. He's a very nice chap, is Russell, perhaps a bit too nice. He works too hard and he cares too much, and people take advantage of him.
Morgan takes advantage. He tells Russell stories. In fact, if Morgan had never told Russell about Pooley and Omally, Russell would never have spent his lunch-time trying to locate the real Flying Swan. And if he'd never done that, Russell would never have found out about the alien technology in the Second World War, seen the flying saucer, met Adolf Hitler, heard the voices of God, helped make a movie that would change the future of the entire human race and come within a gnat's testicle of selling his spine to Satan.
AND THAT AIN'T THE HALF OF IT!
Original title: Nostradamus Ate My Hamster
Genre: Fiction→ General Fiction→ Humor