It's one minute to eleven on a Sunday Morning and dozens of people have assembled at the doors of Morrisons, Shepherds Bush. People from yards around, acting on impulses they can't explain, have felt compelled to come to this place, to watch and wait....

Then suddenly there's a bright light, strange humanoid forms appear at the dazzling portal... There's a sudden rush of air, the smell of fresh bread and not so fresh fish... Perhaps this is where Spielberg stood when he had his idea for...

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