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

You still here you bitch?

Bugger aff, wino!

Look,

If you two are going to wrestle - can you wait until I've got the mud bath and video cameras ready please?

Ahhh... Puff Daddy is here to keep score!
How's it hangin' big man?

Actually how are you, Sir? Haven't heard from ye in a wee while. You get my 'e' of yester?

We were well JABBED and I reckon between the 3 of us we WON fair and circled!

AND you're getting quite cheeky mister! I'd never dip my twinkle-toes into mud. Lynda more than likely, but sure that's them Antrim one's for ye!

Hi highnesses...

Thoth's well. Tho we wuz robbed by JABBIC.

Well they know what happens to Judges who don't vote for our stories don't they!

My muse's still on extended hols so not much in the way of scribbles lately.

Yes, e-mail rxd and understood, tks.



C U Both soon,

Thoth.
x

That SCARES me! Can you REALLY see us?..................... ........................

As for the fecking muse - mine has emigrated and hasn't even left a forwarding address!

Speak soon King of Brothdom. Take care, mind the step!

Jen

PS: Bet ye Lynda will cast a spell on me for sending smouchies!

Shameless flirts.... (don't ya just love em?)

So this is where you're hiding

Well if it ain't the fish 'n' chippy man! How's your salt and pepper mix, mister?!

Looby's auld ma's been following me around with a big stick! AND I WAS in the middle of reading your body () of poetic works when I was 'rudely' disturbed! Ah well, will return soon to reading my precious peers work!

PS: I'm only having a WEE sip of the beer...

Yeah, I believe you. Had my son and his g/f over yesterday, and overnight, so even my fridge got well stocked for a while. Still, the two cans left should last me til Christmas now

I had fish 'n chips tonight, now I think of it, but I'll share a bag...

I had an Ulster fry for tea and a bag o' crispes (c&o) and toast (peanut-buttered) for supper. Washing the dregs of the day down with some amber glow.
You could always give the beers to Looby's Ma to send her off to sleep. As for the share, move over and pass us the ketchup...

Careful, they're hot.

Blow on them, ROY! Don't want to get my wee fingers burnt! Ouch!

I'm blowing, I'm blowing. Here, cool your fingers with this vimto.

What the hell is VIMTO? Is it a cleaning fluid, glue-stuff, a soft drink or a silly pet-name for vino? Seriously!

It's a soft drink, something like seven up. Fruity, like...

... squashed lemons sparkling and hands that do dishes... mild green merry liquid.

OK, give me some, these chips are hopping!

There y'go. Mind, it's fizzy.

Whoa! Now it's coming out of your nose.

Hey, let's dish the chips and the jungle-juice. Fancy a skip on the ole rollercoaster?

The real one or the metaphorical 'life is a..' one?

Your chice, honey!