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

Hey I must let you all know that I must leave for now, My job awaits, however i guess i do get decent pay for being verbally assaulted in my local mall

Hiya BB. St Scuttle the furtive at your service.

salute.

,Lady S. Can HD and I have Polecats, or any other Muscalid that may take your fancy. Except Mink. Someone bought them to and we can't get rid of them.

St. Scuttle the furtive.

what? no reaction at all to my record-breaking lurking?

perhaps I'd have got a better reaction if I'd offered/threatened to fill the thread with 10000 ferrets, and ignore *them*...

Aahhh, look 10,000 ferrets...

Have some food, you lovely things.

Did that Lurcher scare you?

Oh, sorry it was a Lurker!!!!!

Hee-Hee. Back to work at 08:30 tomorrow, but only 10 mins to go now!!

St. Scuttle the Furtive.

mathers, sorry for oversight

*giggles*

just back from the front - attacking astrotomato with plastic. Colour scheme stinks. And so does that upstart tomato!

Have you converted him to Thingism yet?

I don't think with his delusions of grandeur, I'd have much chance. If he became a thingite he'd probably march in, tear up the manifesto, change our weekday names, and force us to talk about star wars all day long. Oh the horror

ach! star wars.

If he tore up the manifesto, he'd have to deal with our Warlord, Clive!


maybe we could convince Clive to do a stealth gabbling....

What's a 'stealth gabbling?' I like the sound of that!

Well, if we can just get him to hang around in the Thingite forum long enough, everyone will think that surely he's a Thingite... even if he refuses to use the proper day names. Then we'll all be shocked to find out he's not actually a Thingite.

Then someone needs to come up with an appropriate title for him and Clive or Amy decides we really need someone with that title in the clan, so they gabble him in, whether he wants to be a Thingite or not.

It's worked a couple of times... And failed miserably a couple of other times.


Besides, even people who insist they don't want to be Thingites can be swayed by the logic of it... eventually. Just gotta keep them coming back often enough, for a long enough period of time.

We're irresistible!

Yeah, especially when we were gurning a while back...

yes gurning

Do you mean:-



'Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, Lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along,out along, lee.
For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney , Peter Davy,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Ol' Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all'

Chorus:- "Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all."


Was that the Gurney?

St. Scuttle the Furtive.

you can't beat a good old fashioned limey song on a doobry morn! And you're mind turns to gurning, oh life is such joy when you're a thingite!

The year's drawing to a close; isn't it time we took nominations for the First Annual Thingite Awards?

I agree!

*polishes *