There are many things I miss about Earth. High on the list, just below tea and a functioning door handle, is the full English breakfast. It is the only meal I have found that can make the universe feel, however briefly, like a sensible place.

Most researchers assume that mice are small furry test subjects running through mazes. This is a common misconception. The mice are running the maze. The maze is us. Here is what to do about it.

The poetry of the Vogons is widely misunderstood. It is not, as some claim, the third worst in the universe. It is the third most challenging. I have prepared a short selection for your cultural enrichment.

I have spent most of my career designing coastlines for custom planets. I am particularly proud of the fjords of Norway. The judges were too, though they were suspicious of the crinkly edges.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe is a solid four-star experience, assuming you enjoy the existential certainty of dining while the cosmos collapses around you. Reservations are strongly recommended.