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

A place for the judges to relax away from those odorous contestants. Here, every whim is taken care of; a team of the galaxy's most attractive servants attend to the Judges' every need, and a masseur is always on hand to take away the stresses of judging. Fine wines and brandies are regularly brought around, and the buffet is regularly refreshed.

And, of course, there's a bucket of fish in the corner.

For throwing at anyone who's not a Judge?



Matt

Don't throw Pin's food around!

Sorry, I'll avail myself for fin-rubbing sessions to make up

mmmm, fish and pork pie...

*waggles ears and listens to opinions of judges*

*mumbles incoherently*

*sticks Babelfish into ear*

'...good straight bat... long stride... no, step into it and angle the bat down a bit more... yes, try to smother the ball... close to the pad... see the gap there? yes, so close it... good, that's a decent forward defensive. Take your pads off for a minute and we'll have a cuppa'.

Why am I here...?
















Oh yeah, I remember now...
















I was




Good project this, guys

Right, where's Pin? This oil is ready now

Hey, I'm sophisticated, right?

I haven't eaten fish out of a bucket since about 2004. That was when I was just any old seal. Now I'm THE Seal, and I'm sophisticated.

I don't drink fish-oil either. I drink Clooters.



And I judge literary competitions. Show some respect, OK? Sheesh.

So just what are you guys drawing then?

Dunno what you're talking about, Matt.
And that was massage oil I just drank, wasn't it?
Damn.

That's OK Pin, I prepared some fresh, with an extra-special ingredient suggested by Trout. While that's fermenting, *passes round a tray of Manhattans* could we possibly discuss next year's *lights a big fat cigar and plonks it in Rich's mouth* contract renewal?

*starts massaging Rich's shoulders*

Hello? What? Who? who IS this? And how did you get this number?!? *hurls mobile phone across room, narrowly missing Pin's snout*

*rummages in Rich's pocket for his mobile phone and punches in a few numbers*

Hello? *brushes wisp of hair back behind ear with forefinger* Max darling! No, it's not him, it's Ms GB How ARE you darling? Yes, well, good I'm so happy for you. Now then I've just had a call from Foghorn Leghorn at the Weekend Bugle and he said they have shots of me and a contestant, which they're going to run on Sunday. Yes. No, I mean, well, it was dark, it could've been any of them really. But wait, can't you...I mean, consider my REPUTATION!! Perhaps if you go through that dossier I faxed over some time ago, you'll find something more salacious, take the heat off, you know? Yes, that will do. Print it tomorrow. Good. I knew I could rely on you Max MWAH!

I knew I should've had you going "Mwah mwah" in the picture