THE ESCAPDES of NIGEL “KINVIG” KNEALE’S phone-book-named uber-scientist. First series, THE QUATERMASS EXPERIMENT, found REGINALD TATE prodding and pacing about a Government Laboratory predicting the worst before having to clean up after a mutant space-plant ravaged the greater part of Westminster. Next came the boringly-named QUATERMASS II, with the lowsy JOHN ROBINSON reading his lines off cue cards inbetween fighting a deadly mind-monster infecting the brains of yokels near a power plant in Surrey. Then came the best ever effort: QUATERMASS AND THE PIT, with the superb ANDRE MORELL facing an invasion of the world that had taken root in people’s minds millions of years earlier and was triggered by the excavation of a ship full of giant crickets. Finally, Thames coaxed Kneale to pen one final fling for JOHN MILLS, only to come up with a dreadful pseudo-hippy yarn involving flower children, white chalk clouds invading Wembley stadium, talking stones, old biddies living in cars, SIMON MACCORKINDALE and an atomic bomb. The latter of which blew everyone, including the Prof, to bits.