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

Sorry, that makes little sense unless you are aware that when I typed it in it said 'F[o circumflex]r[u umlaut]m & Fl[a acute]g[o umlaut]n'

Yep, it's a b[u umlaut]g. I have official confirmation of that now.

I gotta try that

kr delMcFl !

H kus p kus?

and... prest !

Well, back to some if u please.

*pours assorted drinks*

here you all go.

Hey Abi - is absolute power anything like maximum power?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/retro/vault/realmedia/maximumpower.ram


;^)#

I would tell you if I could get the url you posted to work!

It's a link straight off this Beeb page http://www.bbc.co.uk/audiovideo/tvradio/index.shtml under Cult/Blakes 7

You might be able to open it in Windows Media Player - unfortunately I can't reveal here where to get the genuine RealPlayer (strangely enough the Beeb page that provides the file link doesn't tell you either - it's a fine line between User Friendly & can't link to commercial sites I guess)

;^)#

no sound card honey!

Ahhhh, I see - short precis then

Right at start Servilan says "Main drive, maximum power" & waves arms - explosive effects/visuals after that are self explanatory

;^)#

I take it they have a "glitch" then.

You see I was basing myself on the absolute monarchs of 17th & 18th century Europe, though more Charles II then Louis XIV.

In other words free orange sellers, Cavalier King Charles spaniels and big wigs for all!

Well, you made it in time - öthers were not so lucky - the bug is fixed now so they've missed their chance.
At least I'm not 'ing' any more.
Which is worth a celebration...
Barman, pour me one of your finest s

:-Þing

heh heh heh
I knew Louis XIV but we didn't call him that

more ginger ale and a moderator on the side for Styx

And a pint of Drumroll over here, please.

*comes to, finally. Quickly writes on card "No more paintstripper for me, thanks" and holds it up.
Furiously scribbles "Any chance of a beer though?"*

...and one for your lady friend?

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Muahahahahaha!

*looks around and suddenly realises why he can't stand up. The weight of the person of dubious qualifications has pinned him to the floor*
*He lets out a scream....*

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*...but of, course nothing comes out. He scribbles so fast on his bit of card that smoke can be seen coming from the edges. He holds it up.
"Thank you, madam. You may go now. Have you ever tried self analysis?"
*

*Nursey runs out in tears, her udders trailing behind her*

*Wumbeevil turns round and spots that she has left a glass hoof. He looks at Babel and hands him the hoof*

After you Babel. Just remember and steer clear of her sisters.

Now there's a good name for a bar - The Glass Hoof.
Or the Glass Hoofirkin.

*accepts the hoof and looks dubiously at Wumbie. Well, who wouldn't , but as he gets up off the floor, he slips in some milk which appears to have been left by the poor bovine, and the glass hoof sails from his grasp to shatter unceremoniously on the floor.
B-17 writes "Oops" on the card, but can't hide the relief in his eyes.
Helps himself to another and checks for any signs of Foot & Mouth. Thankfully he seems ok, apart from the lack of vocal chords*

Gets a fresh piece of card, and enquires as to how Wumbeevil is this evening.