George Holland Hill

Spaceman No.3, Sent by God George Holland Hill

WHEN A SPACEMAN lands his craft at dead of night in quiet spot in a city on planet Earth, he doesn't know what to expect - and fears the worst. He is a very reluctant visitor. Others before him have failed in this mission - to check out for God whether it is a good time to make a Big Comeback. (God took a sabbatical after that German philosopher famously declared that 'God is dead'.) But the first person he meets is a friendly Irishman who, stereotypically, has already had a few drinks, and is more than happy to join him in a few more when the visitor produces a bottle of McAnguish's Caledonian Panacea, probably the rarest brand of whisky in the world. Then they spot a man approaching them pushing a bicycle, a man dressed as Sherlock Holmes. (He has a good reason for that, of course.) This light-hearted little romp of a tale goes on to document our intrepid hero's further adventures in the big city, and his feeble attempts to also 'Check out what the Buddhists are up to. . .'