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

Mind your head is very sage advice.


Ha! Your dim den has just jumped out to taunt me....that sign has mystical powers I'm sure...

The FWR version. Whisper. There's another version of these stairs. Whisper.

Whispering back in purple!

Same stairs but going up?

The stairs are staying where thy u, but people might go up or down (or up and down at the same time, if they're quantum people ).

Kind of like an Escher staircase

Or a mobius strip



I see flowers, purple flowers. I drink from an otherworldy pool, the water is an elixir. It makes me say things like mobius strip and I feel briefly enlightened.

What? Where?

Do not, repeat do not , drink from that pool, that's where we released Very Old Fish into the wild!

I tell that tale to my grandson, so it may be suitable for a future create!

Also, don't eat the yellow snow.
That's where the huskies go.

You mean...

Ah...

Tasted fine to me...

So....

oh paul...

And picnic not on the grassy mound
For you place your cup on the bones of a..

No! No! Mound rhymes with hound. This is too dark. I blame you boys with your ancient fish and your yellow snow.

I'm going to go away and be a nice old lady.

Very Old Fish is a sickeningly sweet tale, I actually got to draw something....on paper even!

When I was a teenager and we lived in Pittsburgh, we would go down to Tennessee in the summer to visit my grandparents on their farm in the mountains. There was an annual occasion known as 'Homecoming'. It had nothing to do with football or beauty queens.

It was when the families to whom a certain cemetery belonged got together. In the old days, that was when they tended the grounds, taking a day off farm work to mow the grass, pull weeds, plant flowers, etc. But in the 60s, they hired people to do it, and it didn't take half a day to get there since they now owned automobiles.

But they still had the religious service and a covered dish luncheon. We kids were allowed to sit on the gravestones with our plates of fried chicken. But only the old gravestones that looked like this:

http://images.findagrave.com/photos/2010/329/62186191_129082474171.jpg

We didn't think the ancestors would mind their great-great-great-grandkids sitting there.

For some strange reason, my friends in Pennsylvania found this very weird.

PS The Tale of the Very Old Fish will be featured in the 29 July issue of , and it's worth waiting for.

Fried chicken and gravey! Sure private Broom didn't mind at all.

I am sorry to have disturbed Cactuscafe. My inner child likes to act up at times, until I lock it back up in the attic.....