DON’T PANIC! And console yourself that as gloomy as things seem, at least the Earth hasn’t been demolished to make way for a new hyperspace bypass. Self-isolation doesn’t mean you can’t traverse the Galaxy from your bedroom, so grab a towel and shove a Babel Fish in your earhole – I’ve heard there’s a restaurant at the end of the universe that’s still taking punters. (Douglas Adams afficionados will be thrilled to learn that this is the 42nd anniversary edition…)