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

Classic motorcar. That's the hardtop (GT) Spitfire with the six cylinder isn't it? I remember when they came out and made a great showing on the tracks. Factory entries at LeMans, Sebring, Nassau and class domination in SCCA for several years. The GT body stiffened the already nimble Spitfire suspension and the extra power left Sprites, Midgets and MGA's far behind. As you probably know the gearboxes in many rear drive BMC cars were interchangeable during the late sixties. Certainly the Austin/MG models... If you can find an old A-60 in a nursing home parking lot somewhere....No wait maybe not with the six... hmmmm.
I haven't seen a GT-6 for years. The highways of Nova Scotia are salted five months a year. This lowers the freezing point of the road surface by 9 degrees and makes driving "safer" during winter. Our average temps are just below freezing and black-ice would pop up everywhere and anywhere. Back then cars rusted away in three years.

I should get a prize for being really boring.

[ghost of James Joyce]

*wafts a trophy through the ether to johnwfulton13's hands.*

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You're the witch, right? From No.27 next door...
The place with all the gingerbread and candy coatings?

Now what on Earth would give you the impression that Mari-Rae's a witch?

*Hides her broomstick behind her back and furtively reminds Mari-Rae that her pet toad is peeking out from her pocket again*

Because if you say her name backwards three times real fast and spit into the fire at the same time...the broom will sweep up all by itself.

*Thinks the place could do with a good clean, so says Mari-Rae's name backwards three times and spits into the fire*

That's not very easy to do you know!

*Stands back and waits for something to happen*

Well?

Dammit! Who told you that trick? *sweeping vigorously around the tables and chairs, raising a cloud of dust.*

Twas he!

*Points to the culprit, hoping to avoid some of the blame and watches Mari-Rae's cloud of dust whirl its way around the room in amazement*

*Tries to sweep johnw. off his feet!*

-on returning from church and a quick tour of Glasgow courtesy of Mister Bumweevil and the Missouri Neuticles-

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no problem. How was Glasgow?

*Quietly opens one eye, espies clean floor, is completely lost. Screws both eyes shut, smmons immense willpower and opens both at once*

Bugger me, have we lost a ghost and gained a floor? Have people been having fun here?

Hand about, I think someones swept up the Snug Hound! And the barman's drunk. Great, open bar again! I really shouldn't be surprised anymore I suppose.

Have a , and I'll have one too, on you I think.

[ghost of JJ]

"gnipeels ynlo saw I"

You're alright - it seems that no power on earth, be it natural or supernatural, can move a comfortable snug hound.

There is far too much activity in here. A bod can barely find a quiet seat round here without finding , snughounds, gardeners, avenging locals and poetical ghosts. Bring back the good old days I say, or at least get rid of some of these types into the saloon.
So, Pheroneous, is that you been correcty sacked for your general abusivness, or have you just given up doing that barman thing?

Nope, no-one sacks Pheroneous and gets away with it! I beleive there are people trying to talk about it upstairs. No chance! Apart from anything else I want a ginormous golden handshake, or at least last months wages, and they can't afford that!

(Actually, for reasons I can't fathom, the BOF Inn page reverted to a previous edition, thus erasing the HR sub-committee and several others. Good stuff! Note also there is a whole set of new rooms discovered behind a secret door)

Well as long as they all naff of to these new rooms and give me a bit of peace I'll be happy. Modern Man does not come to a Snug for hustle and bustle you know. The world should run to the snore of the Snughound in my opinion. And thinking on that, I believe it has come time for another as the hound has just scratched himself in his sleep and his snore has increaed in pitch.