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

Well, there's never been anything wrong with a chaste¹ kiss...

Has there?

;^)#
¹ Brought to you by Bruce's BadPunaDay™

Oooooo, Mr.Bruce! *Pandora remembers her last pun, whilest encouraging a frustrated researcher...she actually said, "ALL Write, All ready!"
After hearing Bruce's pun...feels MUCH better about her own.* Say...
you remind me of a fellow I met several years ago. You're not from New
Zeland, are you?!?
Too bad you did'nt get that ribbon fairly! I would've kissed you back
AND you would have EARNED that notch, er, ribbon! *Pandora throws back
her head, taking a looong, unladylike, drink of mead*AND... no more throwing mead on people!!! THAT"S what I consider:ALCOHOL ABUSE!

Wow! Phil!! Thanks!!!! Get you a mead? Your slippers? Neck rub? You know how to really KISS someone!!!!

*Tucks her posey of violets into Phil's hatband on his boater.*

Takes some of the bluebells adorning the boater out and passes them to Mari-rae woth a little flourish

Mead is actually wine made outta fermented honey.

*assumes scholarly attitude; adjusts academic robes*
*AHEM*
As you may recall, sweets were in short supply in earlier times in Europe. Honey was the main sweetener. No sugar. [and even more shocking--no chocolate! but that's another subject entirely]

So anyway, class, the natural thing to do was to ferment honey and drink it!

And I quote from the Mead Brewing Archive: "All you really need is a few pounds of good honey, a glass bottle, a really big pot, yeast, and some cheap brewing supplies like gas locks and such."
Links:
The Mead Hall
http://brewery.org/brewery/MHall.html
Mead, drink of the Gods
http://www.circus.com/~omni/mead.html
*takes off academic robe, walks over to Mead table*

*GLUG, GLUG*
AHHHHHH....
*dragonly eyes narrow, looks around at alla the revelers chasing eachother about.
*thinks*
Now THAT'S what I call a proper Maypole dance.
*hehehehehe*
}:=8

Mead is actually wine made outta fermented honey.

*assumes scholarly attitude; adjusts academic robes*
*AHEM*
As you may recall, sweets were in short supply in earlier times in Europe. Honey was the main sweetener. No sugar. [and even more shocking--no chocolate! but that's another subject entirely]

So anyway, class, the natural thing to do was to ferment honey and drink it!

And I quote from the Mead Brewing Archive: "All you really need is a few pounds of good honey, a glass bottle, a really big pot, yeast, and some cheap brewing supplies like gas locks and such."
Links:
The Mead Hall
http://brewery.org/brewery/MHall.html
Mead, drink of the Gods
http://www.circus.com/~omni/mead.html
*takes off academic robe, walks over to Mead table*

*GLUG, GLUG*
AHHHHHH....
*dragonly eyes narrow, looks around at alla the revelers chasing eachother about.
*thinks*
Now THAT'S what I call a proper Maypole dance.
*hehehehehe*
}:=8

*Everytime her bluness arrives on the scene, Pandora feels the urge to
curtsy* I for one thank you bluDragon! Although I know what mead is..
I am always one to want to learn more! *Hmmm, perhaps it's because this is THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON?!? Lifts skirt to one side, makes a quick, albeit, proper curtsy to her bluness*

Hmmmmmm...musta had too much mead -- double posting...

Actually it was one of those pesky eddies in the h2g2 server...er...that is, the space-time continuum.

*curtsys royally to Pandora*
I try to leave my crown in Damogran. It's nice to get away and 'kick up my heels a little'. But it's also nice to practice curtsys.

}:=8

Unfortunately not New Zealand, but close - Australia

;^)#
regretting the rush

*alicat attempts a graceful curtsy as well. She has consumed more than her fair share of mead, succeeds only in toppling over. After picking herself up, she remembers the kiss game, and trots off slowly away from the Maypole.*

*alicat attempts a graceful curtsy as well. She has consumed more than her fair share of mead, succeeds only in toppling over. After picking herself up, she remembers the kiss game, and trots off slowly away from the Maypole.*

*Muffled squawking and increasingly desperate rustling of ribbons is heard from the 2 foot high creature shaped bulge in the pretty patterns now surrounding the Maypole*

Ahem, Ahem! Over here! A jug of mead please

*All around merry revellers are too busy pretending to run away from each others embraces to heed the cries for help.

I'd love to help you Metal Chicken, but the pole does look very pretty with the ribbons wrapped round it. I've also had some mead and don't want to injure myself playing with sharp things

I wonder if we can get a straw through so he can have a drink.

Yep, got it, good. Now who's run off with the jug of mead I was going to put the other end of the straw in?

*Tucks the flowers from Phil into the waistband of her skirt and lays down on the grass, sipping mead from a wooden cup. ~This, she is thinking, is the life I was always meant to have... good friends, dancing, mead, and no worries.~ Waits to see how Metal Chicken will get out of the spot he has gotten himself into. Calls loudly...*

You could dance in reverse now and unwind the ribbons from the pole.

*Pandora can't believe how mean everyboy's being! Removes a small dagger from one of the pouches on her belt. Makes several careful slices through the ribbons...Metal Chicken is FREE!!!* I'll just use one of the ribbons from my ankle to tie the ribbons to the pole, so our pretty pattern will remain intact! There, now, I think that calls for another liter, er, tankert of mead! 8) *Pandy's in her cups-AGAIN
turns 'round & 'round trying to grab the pouch to replace dagger...
becomes dizzy & falls over* Graceful,ain't I ?!?

LOL. More mead for Metal Chicken's saviour. Hooray, Pandy.

*Pandora gets up, dusts herslf off, bends to retrieve dagger, falls
over again* SHEEMS THET I'B HIC! HAD BA EEE MIT TOO MUSH TA' DR-HIC!
DRINK! HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC...BESHT HA-HIC-HA-HIC HAVE A BITTLE LIT OF
SHOME MEAD MORE HIC-HIC HIC HIC I THINK I HAB-HIC HIC HIC HIC! THE HIC
UPS! HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC *PANDORA TURNS TO MAKE A 'GRAND' BOW
IN ALICAT'S DIRECTIONS...ONLY TO ONCE AGAIN FALL OVER* HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC
HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC SHCOOZE THE HELL OUTTA' ME! HIC-HIC-HIC-HIC! WHERZ A LOUSHY PABER PAG WHEN YA' WEED NONE?!? HIC-HIC...

*"Very impressed with how Pandora shinned right up the pole. She made it seem effortless. And in skirts too.*

Good job, Pandy! Metal Chicken, some mead? I mean, if you don't think about it coming out of a bee's, um, whatever, and then left to actually ferment. If you keep the vision out of your head, then it really does taste pretty good, and helps you right along the road too.