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

Your timing, as usual, is impeccable (not sure about the spelling of that, but I'm too lazy today to check, sorry).

Lord knows I'm trying to put a brave face on. A smiley face. A cheery face. A face that more than my mother can love. These are strange days, logicus. I know i always say that and it must be wearing a bit thin, but it's love which has a grip of me by the short and curlies. The moll? can't live with her, can't live without her. Eek, I 've just realised this is in h2g2 and not a private message. Ah, to heck with it, who cares? Let's let it all out with a scream and shout, and show the world, and anyone else out there, what my love is all about. I long to hold her close tonight, not scare her off into the night. Her legs, her hair, her shapely curves, her smells, her touch, her eyes as well.

Sorry, this really is the wrong place for this.

I'll speak later.

SP

Scarlet far worse have i wrote on these boards,cheers , stiff upper lip, and (????, all that)

Yeah, the whole point of a good moan is that others hear it. A good moan is the basis of prayer. And the ears of strangers are as close to angels as one can ever hope for an audience. So feel not like the lonely log which fell in the forest unheard. We hear ya bro', and we know where-of you moan.
Oh, sorry, just pretend I'm not here. Or hear.

~jwf~