Stark Trek: White Space Van Man 2

Oh I see, you again is it? Dribbling crumbs from a family-sized bag of cheap onion rings as if they were about to be made illegal. Still in your Iron Man onesie because it’s Sunday and what the heck, why bother to get dressed; causally browsing the interweb-thingee to cast a rod of pointlessly harsh, self-certified intellectually witty criticism at people’s inane posts and comments while clutching that pimple of yellow pus that still won’t pop after four days of excruciating squeezing. You, yes you, the one that sniggers a wry snort at the sight of this book’s landing page, giving it the ol’ “OMG,” malarkey, “have you seen what he’s gone and done now?” But you’re only addressing yourself because no one in their right mind will share a flat with you and your socks when you gibber on with miserable hecklings like, “he’s only gone and done a Star Trek parody, what a worn out cliché, how unoriginal, yada yada yada.”

Well I beg, ask yourself these fundamental questions before you make such a rash and ill-informed judgement, young squid’s scrotum for a face. Maybe this is so much more than your preconceived ideology of it, maybe it is an epic science fiction quest across the infinites of space to locate the planet where the plant came from that in the first book of the series, the five star awarded White Space Van Man, became the saviour of the tribes of the solar system against a mind-numbing virus. Or perhaps it is a carefully researched account of the social, economic and political effects of youth cultures within our society, highlighting the 1990s trend of rave with humorous muse and prose.

Maybe though it has more narrative than purely accounting factual data on the subject and mocking it, for it could be a twisting fable with intelligent style which envelopes a star-crossed romance into a blend of heroic dystopian sci-fi action. Could it perchance to be all these elements combined, a cleverly intertwined lattice of humour, with a small slice of amorousness and science fact meeting science fiction to create a magical mammoth publishing phenomenon of mirth and entertainment, the like that no man, dog or alien-being has seen the like of before and no doubt will see again in the future?

Or maybe you’re right, it is just a bad Star Trek rip off…..pass the onion rings dude, hey what’s on Nick Jnr?

Praises be to the almighty White Space-Van Man series, and we never even paid these reviewers:
5* “Great Sequel! After finishing WHITE SPACE VAN MAN, I had to read the sequel. And it's every bit as good as the first. Barry is back with his trips on his space van as the author continues to entertain readers. With lots of humor and just a bit of satire, the author presents the reader with an updated humorous evaluation of life. This is an entertaining novel that will keep you entertained for hours. It's enjoyable, funny, and even a bit touching at times.” Amazon.