Church Tamaca Palms

He just said: "Drink up." He added, perfectly factually: "The world's about to end." Arthur gave the rest of the On this particular Thursday, something was moving quietly through the ionosphere many miles above the surface of the planet; several somethings in fact, several dozen huge yellow chunky slablike somethings, huge as office buildings, silent as birds. They soared with ease, basking in electromagnetic rays from the star Sol, biding their time, grouping, preparing. The planet beneath them was almost perfectly oblivious of their presence, which was just how they wanted it for the moment. The huge yellow somethings went unnoticed at Goonhilly, they passed over Cape Canaveral without a blip, Woomera and Jodrell Bank looked straight through them - which was a pity because it was exactly the sort of thing they'd been looking for all these years. The only place they registered at all was on a small pub another wan smile. The rest of the pub frowned at him. A man waved at him to stop smiling at them and mind his own . "This must be Thursday," said Arthur musing to himself, sinking low over his beer, "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."