You were an astronaut sent on your first solo mission. You’d been floating through the cosmos for god knows how long, and finally you landed on a planet. The planet was sparkly from an outer view, like a mirrorball, but once you landed, it was like a glittery ocean.

What was this place? There was seven islands, and if you looked closely, there were different alien species on each one. They all look like copies of the same guy, only varying in age and hairstyles.

On one, there was a young teenage breed with a squeaky voice. On the second one, the same, but with less acne and fluffier hair. The next island, one with longer hair, down to their shoulders and a spookier vibe. The fourth island was habitat to a quiet, sulky species that smelled like acoustic guitar dust.

The fifth island was home to greasy, gelled, leather-infested quiff boys that reeked of cigarettes. The sixth island was like an LSD trip, where the species had scruffy pubey beards and pointy shoes. The last island had the oldest, wisest looking species of the lot.

Which island do you venture to?