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

My Internet seems to have failed. Thankfully I have the Dongle - I am on 3G now as I had long since used up all the ten gigs on the 4G.

OK it's the thirtieth of November. Had a dreadful shock in the early morning hours. Thankfully I was accompanied by brethren who understood the shock and were able to comfort me.

It was very kind to care but I am very interested in a new tract I have written which begins to describe my ontology. It's on FB.

OK, my Internet appears to be off. I wonder why. Could be they're having a power cut there. We should be having one soon. Two o'clock until four-thirty so they reckon.

It's back on now so the most likely explanatory system is that they had a power cut.

I wrote some stuff to normal about these 2 women in my life. I wrote with a totally clear conscience and so when she writes back saying she finds my attitude "disgusting" I am unmoved. I tell her to take a Rennie. She has to get over herself big time now. I'm not interested any more even in her opinion of my work, because a) she isn't a believer, being an unregenerate Jew; and b) she is a self-brainwashed Romanist, incapable of anything by way of spirituality other than playing Solitaire with theological ideas. (That's actually quite good, I must remember it and use it again.) She is eaten up with ivy whenever I tell her about the success I'm having with my work here. Her problem is that she has never sold more than 300 copies of any of her books, whereas loads of people are reading Words and hopefully that's set to increase exponentially as I develop my networks. It's a shame. Her juice is a third rate pianist who thinks she's the bees' knees, which is a bit teacup. I am supposed to be sending my Variations to her to play, but frankly I don't want her massacring my music.