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

[P] On Holiday. A week off work. YES

Good for you Phil Have fun!

*peremptorily grabbing the champagne bottle, pouring herself a Y*

Anyone else?

me please

Wow, Joanna, that was fast...

*pouring Joanna a Y of champagne*

*floating out on veranda, followed by Springie, to watch the fire flies*

Well, I just heard the word Champagne and...

*takes Y*

cheers!

How're you doing?

*waves at B-17*

Me too! Me too!

*Matina apparently can think ahead because she whirrs out with a tray of Y glasses*

The moon was magnificent several nights ago. We had a big bank of thunderheads and the moon was just behind them, so there were lots of moonbeams and moonlight was showing off the muscularity of the clouds. Beautiful! I always watch as long as I can, until the mosquitos chase me indoors.

Chheers, Joanna!

Hi Lil.

When I get back to Durham I guess the nights will be drawing in somewhat, and we'll get some good skies. Unfortunately I don't think I know any third year astrophysicists this year!

*sips Y*

You may find this hard to believe Joanna but neither do I.

I do know a few people who have been out in the sun too long though.

Terrible thing when you stay out too long. An hour a day is about enough for me, most of the time, unless I just get stir crazy. To many horror stories about skin cancer race to mind when I'm outside for more than a few hours at a time without a good container of sunblock, or something.

I did stoop to wearing factor 8 when on a canal boat trip early this summer....

Nice day for a sulk...

"Nice day for a mood...the forecast is good...the kids are melting in the doorway...keep the gang together; there's no way you were ever misunderstood by me..."

*gets champagne*
*continues to sulk to the accompaniment of flutes, piano and keyboard*

I'm lucky, I can open the door and I can walk down the street
Unlucky, I've got nowhere to go and so I follow my feet

Oh, get me away from here, l'm dying...play me a song to set me free /
Nobody writes them like they used to, so it may as well be me /
Here on my own now, after hours...here on my own now, on a bus /
Think of it this way: you could either be successful or be us...

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway, Squalor and smoke's not your style, STOP, I don't like this place, We better go

Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it's gone right to my head
Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home

{[B17]}
Well, Loony, start by taking a left at Alburqurkie(sp? who cares).
Yibbada, Yibbada, Yibbada. That's all folks!

*Kasia returns from the verandah and after reading this huge backlog, she feels pretty dizzy!*

Matina, an espresso, please.