The Brentford Triangle

‘Omally groaned. “It is the end of mankind as we know it. I should never have got up so early today” and all over Brentford electrical appliances were beginning to fail…’

Could it be that Pooley and Omally, whilst engaged on a round of allotment golf, mistook laser-operated gravitational landing beams for the malignant work of Brentford Council?

Does the Captain Laser Alien Attack machine in the bar of the Swan possess more sinister force than its magnetic appeal for youths with green hair?

Is Brentford the first base in an alien onslaught on planet Earth?