Chapter Seven Cleethorpes, North-East Lincolnshire, the United Kingdom and Planet Nibiru
Friday evening, the eve of matchday, and Ralph Wilkinson and his workmates met up, as usual, in the Lifeboat pub on the Cleethorpes seafront. It was a limpid evening, so much so that the south Yorkshire coast and Spurn Point could be seen without the aid of binoculars. A mammoth oil tanker glided in stately fashion past the World War One Haile Sands Fort, the low sunlight glinting off parts of its superstructure. Ralph absorbed this view whilst finishing his cigarette before entering the bar to join his colleagues. Given the contents of the back page of The Telegraph, tucked under his arm, there would be plenty of football news to discuss. Casually grinding the stub under his heel, he turned to enter
