For that reason Arthur eventually gave up the sport and learnt to live on the ground and love it, despite a lot of the inane chatter he heard down there as well.
One day, he was walking through the fields humming a ravishing tune he'd heard recently when a silver spaceship descended from the sky and landed in front of him.
A hatchway opened, a ramp extended, and a tall grey-green alien marched out and approached him.
“Arthur Phili…” it said, then glanced sharply at him and down at his clipboard. He frowned. He looked up at him again.
“I've done you before haven't I?” he said.