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

*looks at Kristina's summery outfit, then down at her ex-Army combat suit*



*heads off to the truck ing at the delicious smells from the bbq*

It wasn't me who brought the sausage, WR.

And I haven't seen any Welsh sausage since I was last in Wales...

Ohhh! for the assorted veggies WR!

How embarrassing Bob! I don't suppose anyone was quick enough to photograph your ?

*Rolls up her sleeves and follows Caerwynn out to the truck and the waiting boxes*

Is there any vodka out here Kristina?

*in the truck, rummaging*

I haven't found any vodka yet, but here's the tequila!

*muffled voice from around the corner where she is obviously sampling the food*

Of course there's vodka - who's ever heard of a Finn (OK, half-Finn even) partying without vodka!

I bought most of the basic stuff plus some other kinds of licquor that had interesting looking bottles - I've no idea what's in them, but I guess we'll find out!

No photos, but I dont get embarassed easily anyway... Especialy when Im *that* drunk...

*Brings in a crate of beer*

Here WR, ill get something for you.

*Reaches down to his rucksack and produces a wad of fresh Lincolnshire sausages*

They arent black or Welsh, but they are gorgeous...

*from the back of the truck..*

Did I hear Lincolnshire sausages being mentioned? Yum!

Gwennie, this crate has got Russian hieroglyphs on it, could be the vodka.

*meanwhile nothing much is being moved off the truck*

*Keeps on shifting stuff*

*saunters in with stuff off the van*

Hiya, people, how's life?

Sun is shining around my digs, bike's got new tires and is rearing to go. Just a bummer that we are taking the car for the Easter trip.

Anybody ready to go out and do some long distance riding?
I mean, after potential hangovers have been disposed of, of course...

The beer's in good nick around here?

Pssssst Gwennie! If you want to get any of this vodka down your throat do it now before those eager beavers get the truck unloaded!

*Overhears the word 'vodka' and makes a bee-line for Caerwynn. Produces a glass and a can of Red Bull*

Yes please...

*comes sauntering around the corner to check why the unloading of the truck is taking so long*

Hey! The party's supposed to take place on the back lawn - not here! Or maybe you're just sampling to make sure the goods have survived the transport, eh?

*grabs a box herself*

Yalla, yalla! Let's get this stuff inside - the food's waiting!

*Pours himself a good Quad measure of Vodka and pours in the can of Red Bull, he takes a long drink from the glass, and gets back on with the job in hand*

*struggles into the cafe with the case of tequila and goes to look for a case of Pimms*

Bloody hell, this is hard work

*Strips off t-shirt*


Lovely weather though, isnt it...

Eh, Bob - I thought you took yer t-shirt off?
Oh, pardon me, I was just seeing yer (t-shirt) suntan from over here!
You could do with a few days on the beach - with your shirt off, that is!

I doubt it mate! Im half chinese, I get an all year tan!!!

Not that Id disagree with needing a few days on the beach...

Now that would be nice, a few days on the beach

*discovers a case full of Pimms*

Excellent, now I just need to find the lemonade, cucumber and borage flowers.

*returning to unload more of the numerous boxes and crates*

Has anyone seen where Gwennie disappeared to?

*looks behind the truck, under the truck, inside the truck, thinking that Gwennie might have been overtaken by a sudden weakness as Bob stripped off his T-shirt*

P'haps she's UNDER one of the boxes?
*starts lifting boxes off the truck and putting them down where Gwennie isn't...*
Nope! Don't tell me we have to load them back onto the truck to look under the boxes already unloaded?
Guys - all take yer shirts off - that'll get Gwennie here in second!