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

All far too complicated for me, this poisoning and backstabbing business.

But Redders, old boy- no cause for alarm, what. 'One rule for the club partners and another for the associates' and all that.
And in this era of unification with the bosch and whatnot, got to give credit where credit's due. The old frenchies have to be good at something, eh?

*guffaw*

I paid 'good' money for all that Glen Wobble wheres Hog gone with all of it?

*screws monocle back in*

Awfully good of you Chaps to be so understanding, nearly brings a tear to one's eye ...... either that or it's the bally gout back again.

As to Hog Lowers ? I rather think we haven't heard the last of that scoundrel

Probably orf enjoying his ill gotten gains in forrin parts I shouldn't wonder.

Carn't get the staff these days. *hurrumph*

I keep tellin' yew agin an' agin, the only genuine Glen Wobble comes from the stack beneath my big red velvet armchair by the fire!

Well out with it, lass! Don't hide your booze under a bushel.

It's only a measure to preserve the purity of the brand, as criminal elements have lately taken to counterfeiting activities. Just come a bit nearer for a tot of the genuine stuff.

*looks at Dellers armchair and notices that it's only 8 inches from the ceiling*

*monocle falls out again*

Errrrr, just how big is this Glen Wobble stash of yours old gel ?

only the most necessary reserve for emergencys Redders, strictly in accordance with the motion I'm motioning in Geneva, chap and chapesses inalienable right to a drink, an' seein' further than my own thirst, bein' imbued with The Club spirit, and not wishin' to drink alone when there's other fellow creatures in need about ...where was I? Oh yes! How about a spot of the doins now, old feller?

*dashes to the front of the queue*

*dashes to the front of the queue*

Never mind threr should be plenty left even after inkys been at it

There's more where this came from, via Dover, well maybe not quite Dover, but a beach nearby, call it Doverish, and maybe outside what might strictly be considered office hours, well i can't be blamed if these customs chaps knock off shockingly early!
Here you are me splendid fellers.

Ever-so-ta, ol' chap!
*relieves D of one and quickly downs the hatch.
Slips back into the back of the queue*
I say - go easy on things in the front there, wot?
There's fellahs going beggin' in the back here...!

*well stocked-up, retreats with s gallore to the "secret" armchair behind the potted plant*

*sips*

Sure this is kosher Dellers ?

I say why don't we form a committee? Everybody else is?

A commitee? Splendid idea! Then I can fall asleep during sessions!

Eh?

Isn't *this* the committee?

Oh no, wait. There's my carpet slippers. This must be the clubhouse...

And I said to them whole countrys asleep,man.Last week chancellor gives them all a tip top budget and then announces that he plans to make 40,00 civil servants redundant and not a murmur! Whole front bench grinning like cheshire cats.All satisfied with their lot now cars and holidays and whatnot! Nobody needs anybody to be their brother anymore rampant materialism blanketing the whole place...

Country goin to the dogs, must write to The Times about it, damn the bounders, boots and pickle the of of em mutter mutter snooze