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

( but you'll have to wait a bit longer... I have a bus to catch in a few minutes)

blackadder went forth

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Well, where were we? *opens the book again* Ah yes, Bob was getting something from the back...

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I didn't have to wait long. I was just starting to think about another coffee when Bob came back, holding a smooth black box.
'This is the key' she said and opened it, revealing the oh-so-familiar Fender Stratocaster that hit me on theback of the head not very long ago.
'The key for what?' I asked, looking around, half-expecting another door to appear.
'The key for seeing things the way they really are' she answered, and fiddled with some switches.

The room flickered and then disappeared. I was sitting on a bed, and my suitcase was by the door... I was in the same motel room I booked into when I just got into town, and inside which I always found myself eventually.

I sat, on the bed, stunned, confussed, I thought back to teh fender Strat Bob had taken from in the case, this made the back of my head begin throbbing again, so I left that line of investigation for teh time being.
'See things as they really are'. I pondered this phrase, was it really the case that something odd was happening here in hooverville/dysonville, was it that it was inexplicibably linked to the fender Strat which had contacted the back of my head in such a painful way at the hands of that lycra clad guitarist?
I began to wonder what on earth the saxophones could do if the guitar could 'allow me to see things as they really are'.
I called down to the boy and got him to bring up the latest copy of the local broadsheet newspaper, and lay back on the bed reading the tittles of the main storeys.
'Dyson take-over revoked by Justice Woolsley'
Read the main headline, and some way down,
'hooverville name revived!'
I sighed, breathed deeply and called down for coffee.
This all seemed to make as much sense as it had done since I arrived, none whatsoever.
Had Bob really 'changed things' merely by playing about with teh Fender Strat? Were things really any different at all.
I tipped the boy.
I sat up and drank the coffee.
i looked round the room.
I hadn't noticed, the Fender guitar, or at least I pressumed it was, was laying in the corner, inside its case.
I rubbed my eyes, and went over and retrieved it, laying it on teh bed, before attempting to open the case.

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You can get the Compleat Blackadder Box Set DVD's from Amazon Region 2 pal format for £49.19 (about 409 ILS). I highly recommend it Yael, It's brilliant literary and historical satire that only Rowan Atkinson can pull off.

I might add to the story later... I, sadly, do not feel the creative splurge riviting in my gumchee at the moment. But I'm sure a spark will come along sometime soon. Right now I'm just enjoying the story.
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(wow CZ, you've done some extensive research... shame I don't have a DVD player. Or free time, for that matter. Well, back to the story


It was indeed the Fender, but on a closer inspection I realised it wasn't a real guitar, just a good fake. On the back of it was a set of switches and dials, no labels, no idea what they were for - just switches and dials. I flicked a switch, just to see what happens, and found myself in the factory again.

'I see you got the point' said Bob and took away the Fender.
I definitely did not get the point. If anything, I was more confused than before, and not being able to know for certain where I was did not help at all.
'Alright,' I said to Bob, 'can you please explain to me, slowly, what is going on?'
She sighed. 'Oh come on, you're not that thick... you got it. Let's go, it's time.'
She turned a dial, pushed a few buttons, did a few other things, and we were somewhere else.

We were sitting on a park bench that stood on a patch of grass in the middle of an empty hangar. Actually, the hangar wasn't exactly empty - on the far side, right in front of us, was a car, an old Fiat 500.
Bob got up and smiled at me. 'Are you coming?'

I nodded, what choice did I have? I didn't know where I was, I didn't understand where I was, I didn't know where we were going, I didn't understand why we were going to wherever it was we were going, but, at the same time I seemed to have only teh vaguest of ideas as to where it was I had come to get here, and much less of an idea on how I'd come to be here.
This must hae almost been teh moment where things really stopped making any kind of sense.
We climbed into the little car.
I sat in the passenger seat.
Bob turned the key in the ignition, started the car, then turned off the engine and got out, beconing me to follow.
I got out.
I passed out again.

~~~~ Just a quick note to point out that my last input to this thraed was 700 postings ago. Thank you for your attention. ~~~~

Care to post a update or maybe a translation into latin ,but i feel
more of a germainic lanquage be more a collective interest

made me laugh see A2449596

Good morning all, not long till the hours of night again bless us with their hooverability

,resurected ,for Easter ,So many puns ect so wont bother read lest 6 posts back.

nighthoover is Alibe! nighthoover is walking the earth! nighthoover is about to hoover!

Has any one seen the plans to adapht smileys to
a beely button hoover,cunning disguise i thought.I know they excist
excostensilly speaking,or may Bfigmintofimagination trebore B4 whuppee

Has anyone googled "nighthover"? I got a couple of non h2g2 entries that gave me the impression the name was being used elsewhere. Is it someone from here or is it the real and original? Does anyone know?

Googlism for nighthoover:

nighthoover is coming

http://www.googlism.com/index.htm?ism=nighthoover&type=3

we need a smiley

I saw that googlism. It was great it made the googlism list.

Night hoover Has cum,and gone !
sea sun of Nighthoover!