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

Was confused so tried the webmaster address from Lil's site, hope that's OK.

*Braces himself for a rebuke 'cos of the size*

Haggis? where's the haggis? Yum!

I have been experimenting with ArtRage, and no matter what I try - from a self-portrait, to an expression of how music makes me feel, to a depiction of a tree - looks like it was done by a four year old. I have kids in Sunday School who can produce much more 'adult' art than I can.

*helps self to a *

*wipes a tear from her eye* This is the best knighting I've ever attended. Bravo! Bravo!

*wanders over to Amy * Can I get you some ice for your drink, dear? It's no trouble at all.

I think I'll just go around the room and hug everyone. This is just a grand day.

*having quietly entered during Sir Marv's speech, joins in the toasting and wanders over to the food glass in hand.*

Congrats Sir Marv!

*Ag has been toasting Marv, and then toasting everyone else, including the dear departed Scotty, and has probably had slightly more martinis than she should have. Her hair is coming down, but being the Salon, it looks delightful rather than untidy.*

Sorry I'm late for the knighting - congratultions Sir Marv. I did manage to watch the ceremony on my VALCDT. (Virtual Atelier Liquid Crystal Display Thingummybob)
It's a great piece of kit to use when I can't be there in reality.

I am now dressed for the occasion - in sparkly silver, cut to display my 14lb weight loss and disguise the fact that most of it was lost from two strategically important areas on my chest

*hands Sir Marv parcel, wrapped in tartan, which contains an antique sporran. This sporran is made from a badgers head and has Tardis qualities - no matter how much you put into it, there'll always be room for something else.
Be sure to turn your sporran to the side when dancing, Marv

*finds glass of pink and plate of impossibly delicious canapes and goes to ask SpaceCadette about her new job.

Congratulations sir
and to Lil for getting such a ceremony organised here
Wolfgang, lovely food and drinks as always, never fail to rise to the occasion

Everyone is looking marvelous in their outfits, though I see I'm not the only one to have gone for relaxing, comfortable footwear

Sir Marv, I was so busy being overcome that I forgot your gift.

*presents the new knight with a book on winemaking, a case of bottles, a gross of Portuguese corks, and a kazoo*

Phil, no one would notice your shoes if you didn't keep calling attention to them...well, most of us....some of us wouldn't notice.

Artwork uploaded.

*trying hard not to leave rogue fur on the glamourous dresses as he mingles*

*sidles in late adjusting a bow tie that almost, but not quite, goes with his waistcoat*

::wipes a tear away from her eye::

Congrats, Marv--and what an elegant speech.

::presents Marv with a home microbrew kit, and enough clean empties to make hundreds of special ales, lagers and stouts::

Ah, a present. Hang on a minute.

*pats pockets before producing a Marvellous Mechanical Mouse Mill*

Here you go. It makes chocolate biscuits out of breadcrumbs and butterbeans.

Lil - Is there a rule on the size of ArtRage pictures we send you? Mine's 48K, but I could shrink it down.

*suspiciously*

Are you *sure* about that Marvellous Mechanical Mouse Mill, Bagpuss?

Mol
(not doing the accounts. Look, I've shuffled some paper, OK?)

Quite sure: I haven't tried it myself, but I had it demonstrated to me.

Congratulations Sir Marv..


*nibbles on some food*

*Settles down with a drink or ten*

*falls over after realising that since my graduation I can't drink as much. It seems that my liver got cut down in size when I lost access to the library*

....grabs a paper plate of chicken breasts marinated in grape juice and cooked to perfection, before heading to door and going to bed, as it's nearly 11.30 pm.

....shouts ''Nice party'' as door closes behind me.

*Mmmm... coconut macaroons and crumpets*

*sips *

*Helps Z up and hands Marv a sheild engraved with the words Don't Panic and decorated with smileys.*

Since you're a knight you'll need a sheild. This one's been handcrafted by a group of highly skilled winged-monkeys.

*Wanders off towards the food again.*

Is that lemon merange pie?