Last night I had a horrible dream in which little green men with one eye in the centre of their foreheads were shooting at Jack Nicholson, who is an actor that I much admire. It was simply too gruesome for words!
So, on the question of aliens, Professor Hawking, we are settled then. I'm ready to concede. Nonetheless, please be kind enough to enlighten me: where did they park their flying saucers?
