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

Yeah, nice pitcher! That's Dr Who's call box in the red spectrum, no?

I'm gonna have to look up 'derisively' in a real dictionary. FOLDOC.com doesn't seem to list it.

Dr who?

I once knew a man by that name. But, that was in another time-space
continuum... naw, couldna be the same bloke.

And, the geeser I knew used a police call box.

cheers, johnw and menza, thanks for the pint!

So the red ones aren't cop outs..

*is not suitably intrigued to go and look at the page*
Oh I seeeee...
*grins*
Course I saw the unveiling of the Jag! And incase you wondered it's just 49 days, 14 hours and 36 minutes until the next Grand prix

*laughs*
That should have said, *is suitably intrigued to go and see the page* !!! Hence the Oh I seee...really should learn to check stuff before I post i t

See and that should have been "post it" ...

Gettin' a bit excited then are we Tink?
It could be Coulthard's race, Melbourne, depends on reliability of the new gear. In which case it's anybody's race.
I like counting by weeks, this being mid-Jan that's two, and four in Feb and there ya go it's March (that way it's only six weeks) your way it's seven (49 hours being 7 x 7days) Don't make me wait that long! But I guess all the guys tell ya that...

I think (no jokes please) we need a party here to liven things up a wee bit. Where the 'ell is everybody?

*conjures *

Here's one. My mate was telling me about a difficult domestic the other night. His lady love was going on about: "Why do I have to put up with this? (periodic female discomfort etc. etc.) Why can't YOU be the woman?" she says.

"Because," he cringes, "I couldn't be the woman - I'm never right."

*attempts not to laugh*
Hmmm...

Anyway..if theres a party does that mean I can play my SClub7 album... it has SClub Party on it

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

*giggles*
So not into SClub7 then Menz? Now I never knew that before

So...ummm... how about the Vengaboys?
*passes Menza then runs off very quickly*

*looks distraut*

She said the V word.

*sob*

*looks guilty*
I gave you cake to try and make up for it?
*hugs Menza*
Sorry
*puts a Divine Comedy CD on the stereo*

*small smile*

But I'm still sulking.

Oh...
*skips the tracks to 'National Express'*
?

*slightly bigger smile*

"attempts not to laugh"?? Guess that means I almost got you, Tinkerbell.

Or was that another typo and you meant to say "attempts to laugh"? Ooh, my (potentially) hurt feelings .

How about this, then:

Mr Westinghouse, founder of the white goods empire, and a friend were walking down the street. Everytime they passed a signpost, or a lamppost, or car, Westinghouse would leap towards it and plaster himself to it. His friend had to peel him off every time this happened. Finally, his friend asked, "What is the matter with you? Why do you keep doing this?"

Westinghouse shrugged and replied, "I'm sorry, but I can't help it. You know I'm a fridge magnate."

But wooden these poles...

and posts be non-conducive to friggin magnates.
(Must be a langwitch barrier thingy.)

[Tall, grey haired, but still derisively handsome bard enters the pub and looks around at the empty room]
I hear echoes of conversations long ago; I wonder if anyone I knew still frequents this establishment? Oh well, no sign of a barkeep... that's why this is still my favourite place!
[jumps over bar, finds a a glass on a shelf, and leans into the Adnams draught handle. Drags a stool round the bar and settles in to see if anyone shows up]