Morgan took to much head-shaking. "Pooley and Omally are not urban myths. The Flying Swan was not an urban myth. An author called Rankin wrote all about them.”
“Perhaps he was just making it up,” Russell suggested. “To entertain people.”
“Making it up? What, make up a story about The Flying Swan and all its patrons being atomized and sucked into the sky?"
“It's just possible,” said Russell. “Don't you think it just possible that this Mr Rankin might have made some of it up? He could have based his characters on real people and set his stories in a real place. But then invented the Flying Swan and all the fantastic stuff. Let's face it Morgan, no offence meant, but nothing ever happens in Brentford. Nothing ever has happened and nothing ever will happen."

Russell is happy in his job at a Brentford prop house, until the prospect of the closure of the prop house and being made redundant, leads Russell and his colleagues to make a feature film using technology stolen from the future and starring holographic film stars. Tasked with raising money as the film's producer, Russell finds himself embroiled with a beautiful blonde barmaid, time travelling Nazis, and a demonic plot to take over the world, none of which is particularly unusual for Brentford.

The Brentford books are always enjoyable, and I think this is one of the best. ( )