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

I had a Spinach and Ricotta pancake, and some lovely fruit juice. Highly recommended.

But hasn't Orchard square changed? Apart from Culpeppers and the book shop (is it Waterstones) it was quite boring and empty.

OK, before I make my next trip to the Friendly City, I'll remember to let you know and maybe we can arrange a Sheffield h2g2 meet up.

I just have to mention this...

Burnley 1, Sheffield Wednesday 4... very happy here
despite the fact that I actually hate

Final Score 2-7...
Seven?!
...and Scunny (home-town team) are practically assured of the play-offs
...and I belatedly noticed that Boro, though miserably stuffed by Birmingham City, can no longer be relegated.
That'll please someone, then...


(since when were spinach and ricotta Dutch? And yep, it's Waterstones. You're right. It's a shadow of its early self. I loved the little cheese shop *sigh*
...you do know there's an Owls supporters' shop in OSq now, yeah?
again

Oh really, an Owls shop. That's good news, since I've sent my mum out with orders for an Owl car sticker (the ol' man says "over my rotting corps will we have an owls sticker..." but I make the rules in our house) (It's for my tattoo, but I haven't told my mum that yet, she'll want one)

The cheese shop was fab, although Culpeppers is pretty good. We get the lavender in there for Lavender Cake and always have a good chat to the nice ladies.

Good for Scunny (it's difficult to type the full name of the town, after reading the "who put the c*** in S... " graffiti)

and Boro who? never heard of them

A704800, if you're interested. This salute to the town of my birthplace was well and truly p*ssed on by the Living Dead of the EG, may they be interred properly some day. (A form of it would later make the EG through someone else's efforts, albeit without any of the interesting sharp edges)

I offer you this version rather than the "official" one because of (a) vanity, and (b) its unnecessary reference to the FA Cup 3rd Round of 1970...

Re Owls Shop - your mum can't miss the place. It's more or less dead opposite the way in from Leopold St, or alternatively half-way down on the right as you come in from Fargate, about two doors short of Waterstones.

nice PEE as you call it.

Apart from that bit about Wednesday.... you know I inhabit a different reality from the rest of the world when it comes to ... where Wednesday win everything.

what was the mushroom cloud though? and what happened on 1 June 1974? enquiring minds want to know.

A pox on the Living Dead, but at least in the Guide nothing is ever really lost.

http://www.hse.gov.uk/hid/land/comah/level3/5a591f6.htm
or search on Flixborough Disaster or similar.

thanks

I know we didn't really want to talk here, but I have just watched (most of... I get too nervous in the big matches) United's game against Forest.

Seemed like a good game, so "Go United!" for 26th May.

...I got in at 5.30...s'pose it's a bit late to go to bed now.

What a night. I confess I lost my faith for a moment back there at 2-0, but they came straight back. From then on, Forest were too nervous to play their right game.

The spirit of the Blades is the Spirit of this City. It's unquenchable, and it's the greatest asset we've got. What a final it will be, because Wolves are a great team too. No disrespect to Forest who're a good side and proved it, but this is the right final. Either team would grace the Premiership.

But after last night, Wolves are going to need good nerves. I really fancy us now.

Pin *still pumped*

good to hear you celebrated in style!

5:30 indeed!

I'm looking forward to the final, but gawd help you lot if you don't win!! pah!

I'll have a word with Mr Warnock...Sah!

Pin *almost recovered*

soon to be Saint Neil of Warnock, Earl of Bramall Lane.

we need an smiley, don't we?
I have a from a night in Hamburg.

Hamburg is a place I last visited at fifteen. It's near the top of a list of places to visit again when no-one's looking.

If it had been a mere , I'd have recovered by now. It was an out-of-body experience. I don't think I want to know what the body was used for in my absence.

Hey, what's with this Peter Gabriel? Such cravings would have been well dodgy even in the 70s, ma'am. (Please don't explain who Elf-Boy is, thank you. Not if he consorts with the likes of PG, anyhow)

Pin *off to infuse the Weddell with yet more coffee*

I was last in Hamburg regularly about... well more years than I care to mention too. I'd forgotten just how fab it is though. Although the whole experience was fab. On the return journy (it was organised by the travel agency we use from work, I didn't know any of the other people, all women, but we had an absolute blast) anyway, on the return journey (on a rather swish high-speed train) we were allowed to go up front with the driver, and spent about 20 minutes waving at the trains coming in the other direction, and learning how complicated it is to drive (and do an emergency stop) in one of those babies. Fab. I now want to be a train driver.

As for Gabriel... well, you may know the World Famous Drool Thread is on my page. I've been in love with Gabriel's voice forever, and up until about 10 years ago he was gorgeous. Now he's a tad tubby, wrinkly, grey and bald (he looks like one of my uncles) but the voice is... knicker elastic meltingly fab. (as is, btw, Sean Bean's... back to the Blades again)

Elf-boy? you are aware that there is a film version of Lord of the Rings? boy. Slurp.

sorry, I drool all over the place now, must be my age.

Ah. Bloom. I see.
More explicable than Gabriel at any rate.
I tried hard to listen respectfully to Genesis, but they had a prat up front.
And then, sometime in the vague fuzz of the 80s, there was "So". So?
I like the bit in the Sledgehammer video with the oven-ready chickens, though. Who says the guy has no talent?
All in all, I don't think you've got the right explanation. I think you're probably washing your knickers too hot.
Pin

ah, Bloom.

He makes my nearly-midle-aged-but-if-you-tell-anyone-that-I'll-kill-you-with-a- hormones do the fandango. Lots of times.

boy rules! (I write that all over my desk, am I regressing)

and I have to say that Monsieur Bean melts the ol' undies elastic more than Gabriel (have you listened to the recent Genesis version of the Carpet Crawlers... that's really sexy and fab)

er... got to go and reign in the hormones, and check out the latest Bloom/boy sites.

sigh.
I'm officially a sad old lady.

Y'know, I'm gradually developing this theory that men and women are somehow different.

For one thing, there's this drool-fixation. I mean, what's the point of drooling over the famous? The famous aren't going to reciprocate, now are they?


(No, I didn't mean in that sense. In your dreams, madam)

Whereas the male of the species, as he descends into decrepitude, lusts after pretty young things on the bus, at the supermarket checkout, behind the bar, etc.

There are degrees of unattainable, my dear. Just out of reach is so much more tantalising.

Pin *vive la difference, whatever that means*

Well, I've never ever said that I don't drool at the guys I see around me every day.... there are a couple of young uns at work, for example. And even one or two of my customers... let's not go there.

But it has to be said, that the famous ones are more gorgeous. Right now everyone is eclipsed by The Wonder That Is Boy.

It's just a phase!

oh, sorry about the

I was looking forward to having a premier league team in Sheffield.

have a for me in the pub...