He may not have a TARDIS or an X-Wing Fighter, but Bob Fischer is boldly going where, um, lots of men have gone before. Although he suspects that precious few women have ever bothered. Encountering gay Cybermen, obsessive Janet Ellis fans and Douglas Adams devotees hell-bent on destroying Blakes 7 lovers with water-pistols, Bob embarks on a marathon twelve-month journey around the country's sci-fi and cult TV conventions. Part travelogue, part field report, part misty-eyed childhood memoir, this is a cautionary tale for anyone who ever thought in a careless moment that it might be nice to meet other fans of their favourite films and TV shows. In space, no one can hear you scream. And don't expect much sympathy in Peterborough, either.