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

Ahh the dear old rellies, eh!

i might do a sermon in time for next week, but i might not! i'll see how i feel

Let us know if you do.

Yep I will and atm it looks like television is comming under a spot light, just how do they get away with pipeing dross through the air and into our homes!

infection if the airwaves is not just to do with polloution of green house gases, noise, is it! I was watching a programme on UFO's and there was this bloke with tin foil wrapped around his nut and he was sat in his chair, talking about the emount of radio radiation that we pump out into the atmosphere/space even! Apart from the fact the bloke was a raving loon, but he had a point!


ill be back

I could be wrong, but I doubt very much that tinfoil would stop radio waves anyway. Or was the tinfoil to stop the aliens from probing his brain?
That programme at least sounded kinda interesting. What I'm sick of is all the reality shows on at the moment. There's a really weird one called 'Wife Swap', which so far I've avoided, but the ads are drawing me in. It's like looking at a train wreck. You don't want to look, but are compelled to.

yep i agree with you, the big bro series id terrible

Yes, it’s that time again! Like that haircut when you were a nipper, something that has to be done, about long hair so I’ll get on with the sermon. For a few weeks now I have been writing a small article in the “post” so I have been neglecting this sermon!

Dog Pooh, now being a responsible owner of 3 long dog’s (GOD BLESS’UM) and like most things on this earth they tend to pass “pooh!” So if like me you don’t want the stuff lying around in your house, you take them for a walk, thus giving them and yourself a great deal of exercise and pleasure too, and also the important bit you get them to leave the “pooh” outside, so when I saw the new neighbor out with the new puppy he’s bought, exercising it on the Common (he had it under his arm for most of the time I was watching, so he/the pup did’ent get dirty! His words not mine!) I thought I wander over and have a look at said pup!
“What’s his name then” I said to attract his attention “Prince” came the reply and I thought don’t call him in the back bar of the pub unless you’re a good fighter, “nice name” I said I was being nice, well the sun was shining “How old?” I enquired “12 weeks” came the reply “Bitch or Dog??” I asked, “Bitch” came the reply, “good I said all mine are Bitch’s, there easer to housetrain” I said in a knowing tone of voice, “are they? Well this one leaves our house in a mess” he said in a tone that made me worried, but still it’s his dog (GOD BLESS’UM)! So we had a walk together, quiet and nice, my dog’s (GOD BLESS’UM) playing on the Common and ignoring the young pup as is the way of dog’s (GOD BLESS’UM)
So it became time, for one of my dog’s (GOD BLESS’UM) to relive herself, so she disappeared into the hedge as by way of some privacy, well you shut the door on the bog don’t you! After a few minutes she out of the hedge running, a big smile on her face and everything, so I say “feeling better eh!” as she runs past us! “Are you not going to clean “IT” up” he say’s in a all seeing and knowing god like type of voice, “nope” I say, he waves a plastic poop bag in my general direction, expecting a response, so I gave him one “Ahh, mind you don’t tread in it, before you pick it up” I said, “you are the most irresponsible person I have ever met, that mess can cause blindness, and “dirty” the environment for other’s how use this piece of ground” he said walking over to where my dog (GOD BLESS’UM) had left her little message and placing it inside the plastic bag and then into his pocket, “that’s a good reason not to pick it up then” I said as he starts to climb out of the little ditch under the hedge and then slip’s, he fall’s onto the little plastic bag in his pocket. So I’m going to have to put up with the smell for the rest of the walk, but I can’t help sniggering!
“That’s one of the reasons for not picking it up on this rough ground” I sniggered, his pup ran over to investigate and got a whiff of her dad, in a flash she spun around and legged it up wind! I started to really snigger at this point, he started to shout something, but this was lost as he slipped farther down the back, I think it was something about a £100 pound cost he was wearing, I wander over to the place he was sitting, and offer a hand up, and o helped him to his feet, and we started back home, with me and the dog’s (GOD BLESS’UM) trying to keep up wind of him, I looked at the dog’s (GOD BLESS’UM) and they were having a rye smile too, and his pup for the next week, would sniff him just to make sure!



RJR

Ewwww! gotta love a good dog pooh story.

Its a terrible thing, trying to be happy once in a while. Due to my good nature and "cheerful" disposition i'm happy to say i,m having a touch of the grumps this morning, my new neighbour of just a few weeks has taking to the "wash the car on the sunday morning" trick, does the man have no love life? Can he not satisfy his or even his partners cardinal desires? I think not, he tends to get the hose pipe and bucket out just at the time when me and my partner are being "playfull" and not quiet ready for the "ciggerette" bit of the "sunday morning" and it procedes to put a damper on our's! And if your wondering how/why? It's the sound of the water init!
Now i know there are people out there, "religious" type's who think that church is the only place on a sunday morning, those people are sad and really should be avoided at all cost, as by the shear nature of a "sunday morning" they will not have so many offspring, and also the fact "they" allways know best by asking "GOD" twaddle, thats all it is, "GOD" wanded us to have fun, espically in the "sunday morning dept" other wise why would we have so many nerve endings in one place? thats if "GOD" really built us of course, which i seriously doubt, in any case its much better than washing a car!

RJR