The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
When a passenger check-in desk at Terminal Two, Heathrow Airport, shot
up through the roof engulfed in a ball of orange flame the usual people
tried to claim responsibility. First the IRA, then the PLO and the Gas
Board. Even British Nuclear Fuels rushed out a statement to the effect
that the situation was completely under control, that it was a one in a
million chance, that there was hardly any radioactive leakage at all
and that the site of the explosion would make a nice location for a day
out with the kids and a picnic, before finally having to admit that it
wasn't actually anything to do with them at all.
No rational
cause could be found for the explosion – it was simply designated an
act of God. But, thinks Dirk Gently, which God? and why? What God would
be hanging around Terminal Two of Heathrow Airport trying to catch the
15.37 to Oslo?
Funnier than Psycho... more chilling thanJeeves Takes Charge... shorter than War and Peace... the new Dirk
Gently novel, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul.
