He had a flat tyre. Today of all days; a flat tyre. He stood and looked at the car, hoping that he was mistaken, that it was a trick of the light, or soft ground or anything other than the obvious. But no. A flat tyre is a flat tyre, no matter how you look at it. Paul Foster sighed and gave it a kick. After his two-hour workout along…
This is my personal tribute to a man who moulded my childhood and perhaps even more importantly, the most recent years of my life. There are plenty of detailed and informative accounts of his life and career for fans to read, and I think we are all aware of his background, of his early years and his difficult childhood, the loss of his brother in the war. But one sentence from…
I don’t intend to delve deeply into the biography of Michael Billington in this issue; that has been done far more effectively in other places. What I would like to attempt however, is to look at how the character of Paul Foster developed over the course of the series. Most UFO fans will already be well aware that the introduction of Paul Foster became necessary after the dismissal of Franco…
Her. Ever since that first meeting, when we discussed the Utronic equipment and I offered to show him everything in intimate detail, I have been watching him. I know what he intends. I have seen the requisition to security –ordering an identification card for a new recruit. Even now I am anticipating a phone call to his office, the presentation of that card with my name on it. My passport…
‘Anything?’ ‘Nothing Colonel. We’re relocating back-up satellites, but it takes time.’ ‘I know. And I’m distracting you. Look Nina, I’ll be arriving in a couple of hours, but contact me the moment you hear anything.’ Freeman said. ‘Of course.’ Nina Barry cut the transmission and swivelled her chair round. ‘Joan. Any luck with that algorithm?’ Harrington tapped at her controls. ‘There isn’t enough data Lieutenant. I can’t get an answer.’…
Chapter 7 ‘Everything organised?’ Ford looked up at Alec Freeman. ‘Yes Colonel. All staff have been given instructions to attend for medical examinations.’ ‘Good. Oh, and Keith?’ Freeman put his hand on Keith’s shoulder and paused. ‘Thanks.’ Ford grinned with slight embarrassment, then adjusted his headphones and turned back to his monitors. The control room was busy, and he could get on with his tasks without interruption. It seemed strange,…
Home: Part 2 She was the last to disembark, not hanging back deliberately, but not in such a desperate hurry to get out of the small compartment as the rest of the passengers. This was her favourite time in some ways, when everyone had left and she was here alone, looking out of the window. A chance to compose herself and readjust to this world. Everyone else chatting, pulling bags…
London. August 2012 One Shot He lay prone on the mat, mind half-aware of the crowd falling silent, even as he was focusing on the sights. A long way to the target. Too far? No. He had trained for this, trained until targets blurred from exhaustion and his muscles trembled with fatigue. Perfect weather. Cloudy skies, no sun glinting in his eyes, no wind to distort the path of the…
Colonel Lake When I started drawing, ( and lets face it, ..scrawling might have been a better description!) I did a sketch of Virginia Lake, the one that was posted on her last Monologue. I thought it would be interesting to see how I have, hopefully, developed over the last two years. This is my latest ‘Virginia Lake’ drawing. I hope it is a little more accurate than the previous…
“Is there anybody there?” asked the UFO fans Knocking on M. Gratzner’s door As others in the background held their breath; desperate to hear more. And Sky One flew out of the darkness Above the massed fans’ heads And they smote upon the door again a second time “We’re waiting for news,” they said. But no one descended to the UFO fans, No sight of M. Gratzner was there, Leaning…