They came from a galaxy, far far away with special offers we couldn't refuse.
(Welcome to a new, black - ish Comedy take on War of the Worlds and Independence Day.)
Adrian Lotterby really thought he'd seen the last of supermarkets when he was sacked from one, then he returns home to find an alien cat sitting on his sofa, watching The Antiques Roadshow, who tells him that another race of alien species of psychopathic space lizards, is about to invade the Earth. But far from do anything about it, like warn the authorities, the lazy, no-good wastrel just gets bombed out of his skull. When he emerges from his drunken stupor, the world has changed. There are gigantic, shiny spaceship, superstores all over the place, and mankind has been reduced to the level of zombie shoppers
Where the inspiration came from for Zartangs.
For a while, I had this irrational fear of supermarkets. I don't know what it was, but every time I entered some big store, it felt like I was being swallowed by something huge and alien. It felt to me, like the end scene of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, my head would wobble and I wanted to get out as soon as possible. I'm not so bad these days.