In the beginning there was science fiction. And there was comedy. But never the twain shall, erm, met.

But that all changed when, in the 1970s, an ape descendant called Douglas Adams got very, very drunk and passed out in a field in Austria and found himself assaulted by an idea.

Terribly ordinary Englishman, Arthur Dent, and his slightly less-ordinary friend, Ford Prefect, hitch a ride off Earth mere moments before the aforementioned planet is destroyed to make way for Progress. And then things get weird.

Expect the beige hood of inanity to be lifted off the gooey and absurd innards of reality. And some unreality. And some other stuff too.