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

Well, the shower base had been replaced and it only took a man and a boy the best part of a day at, what, £200 per hour or, doubtless, the such-like.

The shower base is now leaking. The man and the boy will be sent back.

When these things happen, Susan is, of necessity, at work 20 or so miles away. I am the one that sits in the house, shuddering, rocking backwards and forwards clutching my knees,dribbling, eyes somewhat unfocused. I sit in the back bedroom-cum-office listening to banging, drilling, ripping, crashing, and - worst of all - the cries of alarm, surprise and horror of workmen. I am too delicate a flower to endure such tortures, and, if, during any such session, I were to espy a handy goblet of hemlock, who knows?

So, Laurel and Hardy will be coming back today. No, that's cruel. I don't doubt that they know their jobs.

I was meant to go to the Uni yesterday for the Staff -v- Student moot, but I decided to stay in and Susan and I watched the Brian Clemens/Terry Nation And Soon the Darkness and drank a bottlie white wine.

And Soon the Darkness. V suspensful. V French. A fair bit of Chabrol (The Butcher).

That's the mannies back...


Druggie

Right, the mannies are at work, and ver' prompt too.

This lecturing schtick is fair time-consuming. I am, it seems, a course co-ordinator, which means responsibility. To date it has been a case of "tell me what to do and I'll do it."

Bolognese for tea.

Bonny-ish day. Golden-bright. Dry. Cool. Bit of a breeze.

Enough. I must TRY to do some thesis work, but I fear the day is lost as the anguish begins to ebb in...


Drug

Right, they've been and gone. The shower no longer appears to be leaking. After they went, I had a look inside, and saw that two rather important screws were missing. Yesterday it was only one, today two. All of the screws were accounted for as at yesterday morning, now two are missing. They are not in the bathroom, and I have emptied the bin. A phone call has been made and developments are awaited.


Droog

They sound a right shower...

Well, they'll want paid...


Drug

I saw much space being devoted to this http://tabloid-watch.blogspot.com/2011/09/bbc-bans-bcad-lie-continues-to-spread.html in BBC Mustardland.

Graham Seed is in Aiberdeen next week, in a play with Nigel Havers.

Ticket sales can't be too good as Susan got a flier in the post. We'll have to go.


Druggy

The fuss has been engineered specially by Dr Kissinger to obscure the REAL damage that is being done to the world psyche.

Well if so he certainly yanked your chain.

The plumbers are back. I have started to shake and sweat.


Drugless

Beyonce made me do it. She influenced me.

Are you sure it wasn't Phil Oakey http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1b/Human_League_Secrets.jpg ?

Pizza Express have just sent me an e-mail promising me a free bottlie wine. Dr K is clearly pulling some strings for me, yee ha.

So it's off to Pizza Express some evening next week.

Shower... No, I won't tempt fate.


D

Are you flushed with success yet?

I'm not tempting fate.

One of the plumbers... not ver' healthy. He had to use the lav yesterday, and I had to turn on the internet radio - New Orleans Radio - to drown out the death horror mayhem SFX. Of course, the poor mannie had to cope with the fact that we don't have a lavvy door, only a curtain. The lavvy is tiny and not having a door frees up precious space. Also, a lavvy door could bash the bahookey out of a ver' flimsy shower cubicle.

The AU crixx-soc have posters up in Old Aiberdeen saying "What would Hay-zoos say to Richard Dawkins, Lady Gaga, Ryan Giggs, The Holocaust, Russell Brand?"

The answer, of course, is "whatever words you put into his mouth - the words you make up for him, the same as for any other fictional character." Simple.

So what would Mr Micawber say to Richard Dawkins &c? Or Philip Marlow, or Fanny Price.

A butterfly has just flown past my window.


Druggy