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

in an open sky, where the clouds are hung, with the poets eye. You may find him..boom yakka yakka yakka, boom yakka yak.

Get down and boogie

Shhhh....you ain't seen me, roight?

Slocum's hand hovered over the telephone, as he struggled to decide what to do.

As president of the National Association of Bosuns it had been his duty to arrange the gala dinner to mark the retirement of Higgs, one of their most senior members.

He had also been responsible for drawing up the guest list and and he had thought long and hard about whether he should invite Higgs' greatest enemy, Chichester.

"I have to invite Chichester," he thought as he raised the receiver and placed the call, "the man is too famous to be slighted."

And so, for the first time, was proven the existence of the Higgs bosun-party call.

Rowly if you fancy another crack at the Fantasy Football this season then check our regular haunt for details.

This place is impervious to the BBC cull for some reason, amazing!

Chris, we have been saved by a combination of the Adams family and 42 other ape descendants.

The lunatics have taken over the asylum.

I love this place. When ever I feel down I come here and no one can hear me sobbing.

i can

Well, bring a bottle next time.

I can hear you sobbing, whoever you are.

Wheeeeeeee, I'm back. Upside down and feeling a little disorientated. The transfer from Beeb to nonBeeb is a bit like being drunk.

But here we is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So where are you????????????????

Yesterday I saw an Echidna, no really I did, it walked across the track in front of me.

I thought it was a hedgehog. Was it wild? It was livid.

This is not a posting

I missed March but I won't make the same mistake with April.

They can't knock down the building while there is someone still living in it.

Use the forks Luke.

Thlim the krendel doubt is ever nascent,
Pall in grandelmere as went ist kilm.
Drastly fallest em bradle stunwef,
The cloorest and the leetest fane.


A personal favourite as it seems to sum up every thing that has happened to me in this lifetime.

There have been no postings on this conversation this week.

This is the 11,559th posting on this conversation and I claim my five shilling postal order.

Elvis Presley put down his pen and sighed.

The script was finished despite the long hours he was spending serving hot dogs and hamburgers from the catering van parked in the layby off the A40.

Did he regret, we can wonder, that his name would forever be known to history only as a mere rock and roller?

He picked up his pen again and wrote across the title page, "Anonymous' by John Orloff.