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

Very busy. Andrew's got domestic stuff to do so he is intermittently available. That's what a woman's for. Let her do the &^%&^ kids and let the breadwinner win the &^%*&^ bread. Annoyed.

In a way I hope I never marry with kids because I will NOT be disturbed from my work, which is the point of my life, by women or *&^*&^ kids.

It looks increasingly unlikely anyway.

Right, annoying because I need to go out as well. For work purposes. And this is the final proofing and *&^*^% kids need taking here and there.

Artists shouldn't get involved with women and kids and *&^&^.

Artists should never touch a woman or kids. We should have our balls cut off. Work is the only imperative.

I'm incandescent actually. How DARE this piece prevent an artist from seeing to his work. Thank God I never got married. I see my contemporaries divorcing and unhappy and losing their substance to the creatures for whom the only imperative is bloody shoes and hair. So frivolous. I'm not interested in sex, which is the only thing they have to offer, so I'm basically reprieved. I must take advantage of this advantage and strenously resist the temptation to look for a woman. Seek Ye Not A Wifie says the Book. Don't look for trouble. That woman yesterday was very beautiful but imagine the trouble. Paul says it's inevitable. I'm not interested in the earth or the things of the earth. Afterwards there shall be no marrying. No male or female in Christ. Our genitals are solely there for the continuation of the species. Well I don't want kids. I've never wanted them. I can clearly remember when I was about 5 years old sitting in the garden in Chatham saying to myself, No, I never want to be a father. Very clear early memory. It stole my bank and card statements. Money, mirrors, make-up, me. That's all they care about. What's the point of all that heartbreaking toil at university honing my mind and skills so that I can work, and p8ssing it all up the wall on a marriage?

OK, there's a new antique shop up the road run by a Christian guy. One of those old types. God bless him. Oh, praised and blest thy holy Name forever and forevermore.

Michael wants lots of my book, for people on the bus and for people in his church. I will have to give him another whole box in Xhosa and English. I've just given him a carrier bag full. His people seem to like it in Xhosa.

Done what I hope will be the final proofing. What a schlep.

Right, I've got all the music, and I've finished work on the book.

Mohammed coming round tonight with the gas: R850. That's a lot.

I shall go to the PO tomorrow with Lara's music.

What a schlep.

Oh, I'm missing one viola part; I've only got 2 copies of the viola part of the Sonatina. But I've got everything else. It's not critical; I shall only need one copy of each part obviously, and one full score for myself to read during rehearsals.

Very pleased with Michael's news re book.

Have faxed the DSTV people.

Must pay them via EFT. For that I need their bank details.

No, I'm thrilled with this week so far. I've got such a lot done. Can't believe it's Thursday already! We had a Bank Holiday that's why.

I have bought a little table for the lamp in the lounge.

Now all the audio equipment can go on the ironwood table. (If it is ironwood.)

So I am ready to meet the musicians and give them their copies of the music. I ought to get fresh copies made of the Five Jewish Folksongs I suppose, before I give away the copies I have.

I need to get an extra Sonatina viola part and covers for the Elegy and so on. I need to fill in the gaps in my music publishing cottage industry.

It's Word First Music and it exists solely to publish my music.

Right, I had a Maccy D luncheon but I couldn't face it any more. It's so grim.

Schoolgirl walked past me with her friend. On seeing me she said to her friend as they walked past, "Wow! Wife."

Nice to know that at 44 I still look hot to a teenager.

Well I suppose more Bad is in order. I wonder when V's coming back? I miss him.

I need my audio cables and my amp and an electric mains adaptor.

Ought to go and look in my PO Box. Must do that tomorrow without fail.

More gas coming tonight.



Wow, that was a sleep and a half! I hope I haven't missed Mohammed. Let's hope not. Come on, join with me in hoping? Please? Thank you! Hoping's always easier when you've got a radio audience to help you!

Interview Friday week.

Breaking Bad is very good.

Last email from Ian was 20th Dec 2013. Now he's gone. That's Ian Bonnett RIP Dad. I loved you.

The book is meant to be going to the printer's tomorrow.

Andrew's PDFs won't print on the Study PC and the HP printer.

I'm running out of toner on the Samsung printer in here.

Mohammed says he is coming tonight with my gas. I hope so.

So many people dying in ML, it's so sad.

Where is thy victory, O Grave?

Where, O Death, thy sting?

Mohammed came with my gas. I tipped him well.

No idea when the book goes to the printer's.

C'est dommage qu'il est si doue parce que je ne veux plus lui donner de travail.

Parce qu'il s'est moque de moi.

J'avoue qu'il ne traite pas ses autres clients ainsi.

Eh bem.

It's only 14 degrees out there but with the gas on in here I'm still too hot. Perhaps electric heating will suffice for my den after all, with a fan heater for boosting when it's very cold.

Don Salamanca farted heroically.

Hank's wife is lying and going round the houses stealing things Oh dear, the woman she lied to has followed her and now she's telling a lie to the other people and the fat woman has followed her. A thief and a liar. Wow that's hectic. Ooh catfight. "You are in big trouble." Hank's wife has flipped out completely. She's mad as a box of frogs. And now Hank can't do anything about it because he can't walk. His wife is a loonytune. Loonytoontimezone. She's a klepto and a pseudomenist first class. Behaviours. Oh dear now she's crying. Crying because she's a loonytoon. Hello Auntie I'm the Pope craziness. Walt is busy cooking. He enjoys cooking. There is bad contamination in the car wash. Oh I see... it's Skyla conning Bogdan to get hold of the car wash. This is Skyla's idea. Excellent. Bogdan is... now he doesn't know the exact laws that Bogdan is breaking. So Skyla is telling him over the phone. Bogdan is a bad man and Skyla is taking advantage of that fact. This series is giving me such an insight into the way wicked people think. Oh, Skyla is getting the car wash for $800,000. But Skyla is negotiating because she wants to pay less. She went too far, much too far. Silly cow. He won't call her back, will he? How annoying. Now she's staring at the telephone and presto! it rings. She answers. Oh it is Bogdan. Yes she got 800 thousand paying eight hundred thousand Rand and there's a drug crazed nuttski in Jesse's house. What's the betting the fat guy chokes to death on that ball of paper he threw into the bloke's mouth. Now there's going to be a fight. Jesse's pad has turned into a horrendous pigsty. Oh and they managed to buy the car wash for eight hundred thousand Rand. I am very curious now as to how this televisioun programme is going to end. I don't like wickedness either. It upsets me greatly. The fire is on in here and the temperature has gone up by a degree to fifteen degrees Centigrade.

On paper we have no money. Walt is being a tool. I'm asking you to be smart, Walt. Don't buy champagne, and not with cash. Walter didn't think. It's annoying because whenever Walter is right, he's right, but when he's wrong, he doesn't want to be wrong and finds it difficult to own up.

In the taxi today they went on a detour and I ended up getting out at the railway station. I shan't be able to use a taxi to get home until those roadworks have ended. I'll just have to keep a lookout every time I go down the Main Road in a taxi and check to see if there are any roadworks. They went up while I was in Claremont this morningtune.