“WHERE are you going on holiday?”

“We’ve booked an all-inclusive to Saturn’s Rings.”

“Is that a resort on the Costa Brava?”

“No, we’re literally going to Saturn’s Rings.”

You may have heard Jeff Bezos, the founder of Amazon, is audaciously moving into commercial space travel.

Where there’s money to be made somebody will find the means.

When it was paid for out of the public purse in the 1960s and ‘70s during the US and Russian space race it became astronomically expensive without tangible financial rewards.

But if you can charge travellers for their ticket to the stars, or companies opening a Mars office, or governments seeking a solution to overcrowding on the outskirts of Neptune, then it’s all hands to the technological pump.

Amazon’s logo famously shows an arrow looping from the ‘a’ to the ‘z’ of the company’s name. It’s a neat illustration of how Amazon cuts out the middle man bringing the purchase without delay to customers.

Bezos envisages that arrow extending well beyond the realms of ‘z’. His ambition with his celestial company Blue Origin is to see ‘millions of people living and working in space’.

He’s just unveiled plans for a new, reusable rocket named after John Glenn, the first American to orbit Earth. It will be seven metres in diameter and up to 95 metres tall, bigger than any rocket in existence. Bezos hopes to launch it by the end of the decade and also has plans for an even bigger one, named after Neil Armstrong, further into the future.

He says he is pursuing this dream because we don’t have the resources on Earth any more for Man to evolve at the rate he is capable of.

To provide entrepreneurial opportunities for the next generation akin to those he enjoyed with the internet, Bezos believes we must go to outer space.

Noble intentions. But Man being Man you just know the reality will be somewhat short of the mark.

There will be real estate prospectors who will carve up the best locations with the best views – and will charge an out-of-this-world price in the process.

There will be AstroTurf wars between those living in the better parts of the solar system and those who can only afford a one-up-up-up one-down-down-down.

And the pioneer settlers will soon become complacent and it won’t be long before they are fly-tipping their junk, chucking their non-recyclables on passing meteors.

The Milky Way will soon be the Sour-Milky Highway, another commuter asteroid belt clogged by traffic.

We’ll see the rise of white rocket man, cutting up the other rocket-ships, which will lead to the advent of space rage.

Except, in space, no-one can hear you scream.