Evidence of intelligent life?
It is rumoured that the Big Annual Terrestrial Barbecue took place in Dún Laoghaire over the bank holiday weekend.
Or rather it almost did.
The Zorgs and Bl*&pz had only fired up the barbecue and unpacked the magma sausages when they got booted out for parking their spaceliner in the Royal St George Yacht Club car park.
They hastily packed their gear and headed for Abell 3627, a galaxy famous for its guaranteed 362 degrees (Celsius), cloudless red skies and absence of morons dressed from antenna to tentacle in Helly Hansen.
PS: for those of you who felt compelled to check the large version, the crouched dark figure at the edge of the water, above the left part of the blue bench, does not qualify as an intelligent life form.
I should know, he is a colleague of mine.