h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

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....no, no, i mustn't, i mustn't. But if you look at the map, the evidence is pretty unmistakeable. A5076614

zdt

*faints*

Nope. No internet connection.

- unless of course he was packing his bags to go there just before he left...

That would explain why the accounted needed to be canceled; nighthoover was going to where there would be no contact with the outside world, no Net, no web, no Marks and Spensors food stores, and certainly no Pizza Hut *faints again*

Fascinating - I've just found out that John Ridgway, mentioned in my Rockall article is a H2G2 contributor. *faints*



Oh, and he (NH) probably smells something awful by now... Gannets eat a lot of fish, y'know.

But in a small and secret gannet nest, somewhere on the south side, there is a cunningly concealed digibox.....

zdt

Traveller in Time looking under a rock
"Connected to a solar powered Sattelite telephone . . . "

Look! Look! he has been breeding!!!!

http://www.therockalltimes.co.uk/rockall/guards.jpg

zdt

I'm so glad the Rockall times is back... there was a while when it was gone... I missed it.

Your glad? what about nighthoover.... all that time out htere.... nothign else to read... no net connection we must set sail at once to rescue nighthoover!

Shall i make the picnic for the voyage? Now,what shall we take...



Have i forgotten anything?

zdt

Umbrella. For the rain and the gannet poo.

a new hoover!

He's not there anymore... He just may have been there a few years ago.

Of course, I suppose he *could* be there... He might have stayed or returned.

This could explain a lot....

http://www.halfbakery.com/user/nighthoover

zdt

"This account was destroyed in a disk crash in October 2004 and has been partially restored from a cached copy. If it is yours..."

Brilliant... I'm so glad I got that poem and babelfished it.


For those that haven't seen it... here 'tis.


A Poem: By Nighthoover

Owing to to the Summer

Oh summer, it was beautifully with you,
much Freud and fun owes I to you.
The long days, short nights,
as if the luck with you would spend.
Now you must gehn, who autumn he approaches,
the forest in multicolored colors radiate.
Then it becomes grey and wet and coldly,
the earth rests, as more waer it old.
But one tune me correctly gladly,
because you come back - anyway.

(as translated by babelfish).

Praise be to the powers that eternal reserect that which semeingly no more be,
as faded light and fallen tree, like forgotten dust away in the past,
forgotten victory, long lost souls, admist the angels, over and under the sky,
scattering rain clouds, though quickly move on,
nothing that is is forgotten, for nothign is gone