Now this is rather wonderful. Highly intelligent and sophisticated Hellanory fans are posting pictures of themselves clutching their much-loved copies of the HELLANORY Season One Script Book and instantly looking both erudite and stylish. Why on earth don't we ALL see if we can look as fantastic as they do? Take a selfie of yourself, stylishly attired and clutching YOUR copy, and then send it to us here or, alternatively, post it to the Hellanory Facebook page.

Come on. Let's meet the fans:

THE HELLANORY FAN GALLERY

GED

Crikey - look everyone. It's Ged. Long-time Hellanory fan and the wearer of some of the finest, most sensational hats in Christendom, Ged (from the old English word Gjedde - pronounced 'Ged' - meaning, literally, 'wearer of hat') also sports a fine array of coats, scarves and glasses, a sampling of which he wears here to create a sort of Tony-Hancock-punches-George-Smiley-in-the-face-while-giving-Philip-Marlowe-a-lesson-in-sartorial-elegance vibe. And check out that wallpaper.

Ged has mastered the art of the hat after long years of study and practise. If you're going to wear something on your head, you have to do it with supreme confidence and Ged has it oozing out of him by the gallon. Or the ten gallon.

No, really. We'd like to thank Ged for being a true fan and all-round enthusiastic good bloke. If everyone was like Ged, the world would genuinely be a kinder, happier place. With lots of hats.

Be like Ged.

KAT

Hurray! Look, everyone - Kat's here. Watch out - it's all going to kick off.

Kat was the first Hellanory fan to post a picture of herself on the Hellanory Facebook page, excitedly clutching her very own copy of the Hellanory script book, desperate to relive the thrills of season one. It's really thanks to her that the Hellanory Script Book Selfie has become the worldwide phenomenon that it is.

Look at her peering over the top of the book. Kat is in fact desperately trying to pull the Hellanory script book off of her nose after she foolishly superglued it there. It must have been a mad morning, because she managed to nail a mug holder to the back of her neck too.

Let's hear it for Kat, ladies and gentlemen.

Be like Kat.

JOSH AND KAI

Well bless our collective souls. It's Josh (left) and Kai (right), two Hellanory fans based in Cardiff.

Kai looks terrified at the thought of the terrible treasures lying in wait within the paper arms that form the horror hug of the Hellanory script book. All he's done is read the back cover, so how in blue blazes is he going to cope with the atrocities of Orwak Baler Is Unwell, The Box or My Name Is Michael Crane, to name just three?

Next to him, Josh can't stop smiling. He's pondering Kai's choice of jumper which just so happens to match the colour of the upholstery behind him. 'Hmmm,' thinks Josh, 'due to a weird optical trick and the fact that I'm not wearing my glasses, it looks like Kai is merely a disembodied head and hand clutching the finest script book to ever form part of a Media/Film/TV tie-in section.' For God's sake, Josh, stop giggling. People will begin to stare.

Josh and Kai are fans of Hellanory.

Be like Josh and Kai.

LYNNE

Blimey. Look! It's Lynne.

Lynne is not only a long-time, ardent fan of the audiodrama behemoth that is Hellanory, she also happens to be in charge of the Merthyr Tydfil branch of the Hellanory Fan Club.

A keen inventor, Lynne has been known to create wormholes in her ceiling into alternate realities. She'd just opened one when this photograph was taken. 'It was a bloody nuisance,' she said afterwards with a wry smile. 'I was halfway through Hellanory: The Scripts - Season One and this wormhole went and opened up in my ceiling, leading to a parallel universe where the earth was ruled by acid-drinking, two-headed pandas. Yeah, I know - it was bloody mental and inconvenient all at the same time.'

Lynne is a fan of Hellanory.

Be like Lynne.

KAREN

'Now hang on a minute,' I hear you shriek. 'Just what the holy hell is going on here? It says "Karen" but let's face it, that hand could belong to anybody.' And you're right. Indeed it could, but it doesn't, so calm down.

Everyone, meet Karen. Karen - meet everyone. Karen is a Hellanory fan originally hailing from Tonypandy, which as everyone knows is a town located in the county borough of Rhondda Cynon Taf, within the historic county boundaries of Glamorgan in Wales.

Once part of the Holy Order of Tonypandy Warrior Nuns, the highly-trained Sister Karen was forced to leave her hometown following the infamous Tonypandy Soft Furnishings Incident and she now resides, along with her partner, Andrew, and her three children Harpo, Gummo and Zeppo in a secret location somewhere in England, on the south coast, in Brighton. Oh. Ooops.

Karen is a fan of Hellanory.

Be like Karen.

ANNE

Bloody hell! Look! It's Anne, a Hellanory fan from Upminster in Essex, bathing in the mysterious, unearthly glow emanating from her radioactive husband, Simon, who sits in the corner nodding to the strange rhythms in his head as she reads to him aloud from her copy of the Hellanory script book.

Anne's claim to fame (not 'faim' which is a French word meaning 'hunger' or The Faim, who are a four-piece band from Perth in Australia, as opposed to Perth in Scotland, which boasted cheeky indie popsters This Poison! - also, by chilling coincidence, a four-piece - amongst its inhabitants back in the late 80s) is that she was once personal assistant to Oylag Hinkling, the social media genius behind the rise to fame (not 'faim' or The Faim) of those giants of the Gregorian Chant scene, The Characterless Monks Of Cranley Priory.

Anne is a Hellanory fan.

Anne is a Hellanory fan with a radioactive husband.

Anne has bought a copy of the Hellanory script book.

Be like Anne.

FENTON

Wait, what? Who's this young whippersnapper? It's Fenton of course. Fenton (pron. Fen-t'n) is the youngest Hellanory fan out there. Yes, that's right. He's only 6, but looks old beyond his years.

You might well think that Fenton - with his prehensile nose and ears - is terrified by the contents of his Hellanory script book. Not so, sir, not so! For that is young Fenton's normal expression. He looks like that even when he's asleep. And he's asleep often.

Fenton is a Hellanory fan.

Fenton has a prehensile nose and has bought a copy of the Hellanory script book.

Be like Fenton.

CHRIS

Gadzooks, my liege! It's Chris. Careful now - he's a bit of a wild one.

Chris is a Hellanory fan and although you can't really tell from this photo he's quite tall. What you can tell from this photo, on the other hand, is that Chris likes a tasty beer of an evening as he sits back in his chair - the one with the backrest, not the kitchen stool, obviously, otherwise he'd fall flat on his arse - and reads his Hellanory script book.

'Well flip me sideways and call me Brenda!' he exclaims, picking up said tome and shaking his head in disbelief. 'I can't believe that a book so jam-packed with literary treats - like, for example, The Peculiar Case of Nathaniel Fry or, indeed, the creeping, terrifying menace that is The Movement of Water - can be so hilariously, mickey-takingly cheap. Four pouinds and ninety-nine pence? FOUR POUNDS AND NINETY-NINE PENCE? For Pete's sake, I just can't understand why lots more people aren't ordering them.'

Neither can we, Christopher. Neither. Can. We.

Christopher is a Hellanory fan.

Christopher has forked out a trifling £4.99 for the Hellanory script book. Christopher likes a can of Harvey's Sussex Best of an evening.

For God's sake, everyone. Be like Christopher.

BRONAGH

Bronagh is a Hellanory fan.

When she moved to London from Dublin in the late 90s, Bronagh couldn't possibly have dreamed that one day, ONE day, she'd own a copy of the Hellanory script book. How could she? Hellanory didn't even exist at that time. To have even thought about the Hellanory script book that she would one day own, Bronagh would have had to have invented some sort of chronomatic warping device in order to travel forwards in time, see the Hellanory script book, then travel back again, possibly holding a copy of the script bookscript book, thus creating the sort of anomaly that has kept science-fiction writers going for years.

When she saw how little the script book cost, she actually made herself sick by laughing so much. "Hang on a minute," she exclaimed. "Was a child in charge of pricing this book? Four pounds ninety-nine? I'd willingly pay at least double that and happily give one of my limbs to science, just to own this book."

Bronagh is a fan of Hellanory.

Bronagh bought a copy of the Hellanory script book for the priced-by-a-child sum of £4.99 and made herself sick by laughing so much.

Be like Bronagh.

GUY

Hang on a minute. Isn't that ... no. No, it can't be. But I'm sure it's ... no, surely not? Blimey! No! Wait! It IS! It's Guy!

Guy is a man. And yet, he's more than that. He's a hero, a god, the very pinnacle of manhood, with the good sense, intelligence and sexual dynamism to have bought a copy of the Hellanory script book. Look at him, reading it aloud to Othello, his young son and accountant. Guy does this every night, embellishing his readings with subtle gestures, facial expressions and a variety of funny voices, like the supremely-talented actor he surely would have been if he hadn't chosen instead the path of interplanetary mind master. His name could have been up there with all the greats - Laurence Olivier, Margaret Rutherford, John Gielgud and Stanley Unwin.

Guy is not only a man with infinitely good taste and the ability to solve your problems just by looking at you, he’s also highly skilled when it comes to reading upside-down, which he demonstrates here with aplomb.

Now go, my child. Go and be masterful. Go and be fantastic. Be the kind of person who buys a copy of the Hellanory script book.

Be like Guy.