The human race is in a bad way. There is only one of them left.

He is no Michelangelo or Einstein. In fact, he is one of the species' least magnificent representatives.

His favourite snack is Sugar Puff sandwiches. His favourite breakfast drink is chilled vindaloo sauce.

His name is Lister. And he's been marooned in Deep Space so long he believes Wilma Flintstone is the sexiest creature who ever lived.

His only companions for the last three million years have been an obnoxious dead hologram, a self-obsessed humanoid who evolved from cats, a sanitation mechanoid with an over-active guilt chip and a senile computer.

His mission is to re-start the human race. And every other life form - in this and every other Universe - is out to stop him.

The future of the species is in the hands of one man. And all he has to help him are his wits, his cunning and a two-page girdle section from a mail order catalogue.

Be scared.

Be very scared.