Lister gazed out of the porthole and catalogues the series of disasters that had led him to this point in space and time: the bad decisions, the poor career choices, the unreliable friendships that had led him on a prison ship bound for the inhospitable penal colony in the outer cosmos, and all he'd ever wanted was to be a soft metal guitar icon.
Dave Lister has finally found his way back to planet Earth - which is good. What's bad, however, is that time isn't running in quite the right direction. And if he doesn't get off the planet soon, he's going to have to go through puberty again - backwards.
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