A Dave Langford column for Fortean Times . A ufological albatross has been hanging around my neck since 1979, and it's all my own fault.
Confession is good for the soul, but less effective in sorting out the real world.
My UFO story has now been several times around the Earth, blithely unaffected by my repeated efforts to point out that I made it all up. It is time to confess again. Machines sampled his tissues and apparently tried to communicate through a holographic light-show explicable only in terms of physics from the 20th century or after. Loosley wrote it all down in a good literary style, and placed his MS in the secret drawer of a desk he had made himself. Then, putting on my impartial editorial hat, I added the commentary.