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

No, nobody called me a crackpot to my face, and actually, Osterman (the Conservator for the museum at Eastman House in Rochester) would be the first to call himself a crackpot, because he and his wife like to dress up in "period clothes" and go to reenactment festivals with his travelling ferrotype equipment.

No, my brand of crackpottery is "Lincolnitis", staring so long at a picture as to see things that are not there. The exception in my case is that the stuff I had raised to the surface is there. It's simply that nobody wants to 'go there' with me. I'm saying, OK what is it then, and they say, well it's not possible for it to be anything in the picture. And round we go and swing your partner.

I actually had to go meditate for a couple of hours, after I chatted with QMike a bit. And now I'm back, but still a bit too hyper to get back down to the picture.

*snags something of everything (practically) from the Mexican food cart*

Oh, and it's not Mexico I'm going to, it's the state of New Mexico. No passport needed, at least not presently.

*gets a Burro, smells it* Mmmmmmm! Thanks Irv!

Lil, would you like a refill of that Y?

Oh, yes please. After this morning, I'm taking the rest of the day off.

Well, believe me when I say it's sure nice to see you around again! *hug*

...and so say all of us...

*pours Lil another Y of champagne*

Looks like I just missed you by 10 minutes! Damn this homework!

*hugs nephew*
No, I'm here.
Get used to the homework.

Blueargh. It's the coursework I'm looking forward to.
We get to take a geography trip to Dartmoor two days before my birthday

Dartmoor. My favourite mental health institution.

Matina, a large plate of Mexican and a magnum of NZ sparkling wine please.

Slurp. Glug.

What, geography in Dartmoor? Are you sure they aren't planning to abandon you on the heath?

Where's Styx?

Matina, more champagne for me, coke for QMike.

*hands Matina the self-refillable champagne bottle to make her able to serve the other guests*

Got to go, good night all!

*drifting off, in her usual v.e.l.manner*

I think my geography may be at fault. After thinking about it I believe the location of choice for crackpots is Broadmoor.

There is actually a prison on Dartmoor. An open-air one? Should be

*drains coke*
*sneaks a voddi*

I have a reference from the manager at Bedlam dated 1870, recommending my great-grandmother as an excellent nurse. Isn't broadmoor a high-security bin?

I believe so. Recent patients include Ian Brady of the infamous Moor murders (with Myra what's her name), Reggie Kray who was one of the Kray gang mobsters. Sinclair who murderd 13 women in the 80s.

Broadmoor (and a couple of others) are as you say Lil high security bins where they keep the real loopys who aren't allowed out.
Dartmoor is a high security prison built in victorian times to house another bunch of societies undesirables. Part of the high security aspect of dartmoor is that it is fight in the middle of Dartmoor itself with only a small town nearby.

Myra Hindley. I thought she got parole after Malcolm Muggeridge converted her to Christianity.

What about the Yorkshire Ripper, what was his name?

Dartmoor was of course immortalised by the Goons.

"Never mind, I'll smoke one of my own." *falls about laughing* Mexican food, anybody?

A couple of years ago the British Home Secretary released a list of people whose crimes were so bad they would never be released. Hindley's name was on the list. Sinclair was the Yorkshire Ripper.

I don't think Myra is going to see the outside again. Or at least I hope not after what she and Brady did. Every so often someone comes along and says she should be let out, the last time this happend Brady made some comments about how he thinks she shouldn't be let out. He was in the news sometime in the last year. He went on hunger strike and the authorities went to court to get him force fed.
Nasty bunch of people, still just to show that mob rules still work a paediatrician was hounded out of her home by an angry mob wanting to keep paedophiles away from their children