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

I was doing a bit of online shopping at lunch today. And, well, I'll be more careful next time.

You might know the poet Tom Paulin. He's been a regular presence on TV and suchlike over the years. He's a bit of a controversialist, and he is by no means universally popular, but I quite like him. He's got a nice terse turn of phrase, he's pretty well-read about the Enlightenment, romanticism, republicanism in its various forms, and so on. And if nowt else he's usually thought-provoking.

So I thought I'd see what Amazon had.

Being a lazy bugger, I usually type the bare minimum into a search box to find what I want. So I sat there at my desk in the office and typed "Paulin".

Next thing, in an office full of people, a screenful of stuff like this flies up.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/B00JDZMYZC/ref=mp_s_a_1_2?qid=1415317750&sr=8-2&pi=SY200_QL40



"Roped By The Team"?!

11.59pm - just got that one in on time!

KB - listen to me - you're supposed to be the sensible one here, let me screw up like that.

You just keep learning to knit and so forth.

No idea what that link is, but I'm not clicking it in the front row of a conference

Very wise!

I'll just say 2legs might enjoy it and leave it at that. You'll get the idea, no doubt.

Ohhhh, it's about bacon/bread/sausages!

It's about oiled-up bondage cowboys I think.

Then again, they say you should never judge a book by its cover, so maybe I'm being unfair and it's really about the frequency of dementia in toads found near the Chernobyl plant!

By the way, a woolly is a jumper/pullover. Woolley (Jack of that ilk) was a character in the Archers. Scarves are woollen

Just you think yourself lucky, I stopped at "woolley", mister. I was toying with using the word "scarfs", too.

What good's having a language if you can't bend it in and out of shape once in a while!

This language is a deadly weapon sometimes. It puts me in mind of Stefan from Switzerland, on loan to a North Carolina company.

First day on the job, Stefan marched into a female coworker's office and asked brightly, 'I'm new here. Do you have a rubber for me? I don't want to make a mistake.'

He NEVER lived that down. At his going-away party, they gave him a huge bag of erasers as a memento.

Better than a bouncing check...

I've never heard of Brynn Paulin, but I've heard Bryn Terfel:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bryn_Terfel

Just passing by as I check out all the journalistas. Mind you that doesn't look like a 2legs movie, 'Last Tango in Paris' is more his style isn't it? All that butter?

Shame on you. Now I'm imagining that scene with cheese in it...