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

*B taps her foot absenmindedly as the radio plays themes from old Commodore 64 games; "Monty on the run"*

Hey...

You're listening to "Knut i bygget" on P3!!

Dang....

I need coffee...

IIEM?

"Brimfull of Asha" /Cornershop?

The band on the radio now is "Delaware", a band from Drammen, where I'm from.I actually know these guys..

They kick ass!!!

*Turns off the radio* Indeed P3
I have to go now, it's my turn to make lunch.
Back later!

*jingle*

Bye B!

*rummages around in pocket, takes out radio, turns it on. the starts searching in other pocket, takes out lunch*

IIEM, can you fix me a glass of orange juice?

*takes orange juice, starts eating*

mmm...

*leans back, starts singing along with the radio, totally out of tune:
"I heeaaaard it through the grapevine..."*

*Jinglingjing*
*Tiptoes over to ten-eye and pops an inflated paperbag right over his head*
BO!

UUAAA!
*spills coffee all over self*

Dang!!

Not again...

I did this yesterday too!

And might I ask; what's the point?

Point?
*blinks innocently*
Sorry man, won't do it again (soon anyway)
*Whistles for cleaning-robot*
Hey, robbo, where are you?
*Fetches new coffee and a pile of papertowels*

Did you hear that Tony Blairs son got arrested for public drunkenness? He is only 16...

Prince William, or, better, Harry, ought to get drunk and take the heat off young Master Blair. That would be true noblesse oblige.

Good morning everybody! Another beautiful and terribly hot day in central Florida. The cicadas have started buzzing already. You know, I'm really glad we have a 4th part of the world being heard from here -- first the UK, then the US, then Kiwiland, and now Scandinavia. Excellent. With so many Germans on site, I wish we could get some of their custom. Although, of course, you never know. Some regular who speaks faultless English will now perhaps announce that he's from Dresden or something.

IIEM, one Ook special for the orangutan, and an A L Special for me.

*has been sleeping while pants where drying*

No, actually I've been too a meeting IRL. Booriing!!
In fact, so boring that I can't bear to stay at w*** any longer. I'm going home...

Hi Lil - Bye Lil!

Bye Bumble!

See y'all tomorrow?

Oh, and one coffee to go plz, Lil.

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*Ook ambles out back door and out into the woods, carrying his breakfast*
*Lil gathers in today's papers and puts the donut delivery out on the green compote dish*

*enters looking slightly weak*

Something soothing please Lil... I've spent too much of the day thinking about the solar system & my head hurts..


...what I'd like to know is what on earth was Ewen Blair doing out that late anyway? He's only sixteen, drinking at his age is definitely illegal and in his position as Prime Minister's son he should know that rightly or wrongly the rules are different for him.

I'd love to have seen the policeman's face who searched his belongings and found out who he really was, though!

Oddly enough, it's the sort of thing that humanises the prominent figure whose child goes astray. The County Sheriff here has an adopted son who went bad at an early age and has been in prison on and off. Nobody would dream of making an campaign issue out of it.

This is a terribly hot day. I'm looking out the window at one of the horses in the pasture next door, and his flanks are damp with sweat. I hope they're not feeding him maize, that's terribly heating.

How about an Italian cream soda with vanilla and hazelnut flavours?
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*sips g*

Mmmm thats nice... thanks Lil

Its not too hot here, however we've had the first sunshine since I've been back today so I'm happy...

...all the political commentators are saying how damaging this is going to be to Tony Blair's hard line on drugs and alcohol, but I don't know if it will... I'm sure that the spin doctor's will come up with something...

All he needs to do is what the sheriff did. Keep quiet and allow the law to have its way with his son. Ewan's the one in the bad position, because the whole country will be watching to see that he gets what's coming to him. Which is worse than simply getting what's coming to you, if you know what I mean.

sips sweet milky coffee

Hello everyone. Coffee please IIEM.

A serious conversation in The Aroma Cafe? This has to be a first. Tony Blair should throw the little twerp to the wolves - let the law take its course with him - in fact, insist that absolutely no favouritism be shown. His reputation is safe, the kid gets his due, and the public should be satisfied. But then, I'm the meanest Mom in town, just ask my own son.

Talking about dodgy politicians. It has just been revealed here in Kiwiland that one of our most hardline, moralising, Maori MPs has had three convictions for drunk-driving and has been discharged without conviction on a forgery charge, all of which is sure to raise his mana (esteem) with under-achieving Maori youth.

Odradek said: Mine wasn't a bad reading. l think. l've never had one. l was told, however, that in my future career l would "be surrounded by many men", possibly in a position of power over them.

Maybe you will end up as a remedial-reading teacher or God

*jingalingling* Oops sorry mate..picks Morris dancer off floor.

Mines a half caff decaff and laff please, Lil

Keeping things political and dealing with boys.....
where's that little Alien Gonzalez kid swimming these days?