The Cat Wore Electric Goggles

Relax, ease your gussets and indulge in a banquet-sized picnic for your brain-gland.Rocket-ships invaded by aliensSecret government satellites plummetingInsane Cold War time-travelVictorian flying-saucersElderly ladies and moon landingsAwfully embarrassing royal "first contact"Edwardian evolution gone splendidly alienLove, icebergs, ocean liners and ghostsCrash-test dogs speaking Latin and KlingonA viral inconvenience escaping from a labExceedingly logical robotic detectives...and even...
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Relax, ease your gussets and indulge in a banquet-sized picnic for your brain-gland.Rocket-ships invaded by aliensSecret government satellites plummetingInsane Cold War time-travelVictorian flying-saucersElderly ladies and moon landingsAwfully embarrassing royal "first contact"Edwardian evolution gone splendidly alienLove, icebergs, ocean liners and ghostsCrash-test dogs speaking Latin and KlingonA viral inconvenience escaping from a labExceedingly logical robotic detectives...and even a few adventurous medieval monks.This book is not entirely serious, and it's not entirely not serious. There's only one cat (briefly) mentioned in the whole book, velociducks do not really hunt in packs around English village ponds, and the Moon landing actually cost England a lot more than two hundred and fifty quid. Think Ealing comedy written by chaps in white laboratory coats, some of whom were on psychotropic substances, some of whom were quite sober, and you won't go far wrong. It may be British science fiction, but the science is entirely implausible - and that's really what makes it such fun.