If you look at an atom - there's a really scrunched up heavy bit in the middle, a few satellites whizzing round the edge and a whole lot of nothing at all.

Each one of us is a little universe, empty except for everything in it. We're made up of space crap, from some big bang we hope explains it all. Mostly, we don't even exist. But it feels like we're here.

Come into space. I've made you a cocktail. We came from the stars, yknow. In fact, we are the stars. That burp within you is a mini-galaxy. And I don't mean the chocolate. We're comet dust, and we're volcano vomit.


May as well make the best of it, eh?

I know a bar where the drinks are made from rocket fuel and the girls, boys, men, women and Space Squid dance all night. You'd like it.