One day Arthur Montrose, 18, woke up from a fainting fit, and realised he was the vanguard of the Krugg invasion force.
The Krugg were a race of alien trees destined to destroy puny Earthling culture and enslave this miserable planet for their own ends.
But as Arthur struggled against the crippling loss of his telepathic powers and fought to apply the mighty Krugg intellect to the affairs of the law firm of Salamander and Smail, his mission suffered its first major setback.
He was unable to contact any fellow Kruggs. The trees here were even more stupid than the humans—and meanwhile the twin vices of sex and alcohol shone before him like beacons of Earthly knowledge...
This is a wee gem of a satirical science fiction story; witty, observational, with some damn good laughs. It does help if you know Glasgow, but it's not essential. A young man with a career as a solicitor ahead of him wakes up with the awareness that he's actually an alien spy whose mind has been projected into a human body as part of preparation for an invasion. But something has gone wrong; he's isolated and out of contact with the invasion force. Is he really an alien? Or has he simply suffered psychotic delusions?
I found this book in a set of boxes that had not been opened in nearly 30 years. I remember reading it in a day back in the day and it was one of the funniest things I've read. It still is very funny and it's a hidden classic similar to "The Walrus and the Warwolf" by Hugh Cook.
Gentle, odd, and rather funny, I like this as a fish-out-of-water alien novel, or a tale of a struggling young man thrown into the wider world, or even the later implication that the lad's a nutter.