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

The Weevil Museum is planning a celebratory special exhibition in time for St. Weevils Day 2000 (Weevillennium!) and would like to hear your stories of past celebrations, or your plans for this years festivities, in order to bring a snese of community involvement to the otherwise dry and dusty world of museums.

Many thanks,

Frizzychick
Curator of Weevil Antiquities

I will be taking my weevils to the local beach, where we will start the biggest bonfire we can muster. I've made arrangements for a keg of marzipan gin and I've already got plenty of corn syrup.

Unfortunately, hedgehogs are not indiginous to these parts, so we'll have to hit the pet shops before they close and hold our cuddling competition a bit early.

Hopefully, we'll be able to attract some grouse and, once the bonfire is going, maybe some other party-goers as well.

If, because of work, I am stuck at home that day, then my weevils and I will have to skip the bonfire and just get rip-roaring plastered, followed by singing and dancing around the fireplace channel on TV. Hopefully, this won't have to be the case.

*booking marks*

helo evryon
im going to hav a fun tim partying with my pal nick ther wil be marzpan jin and sirups and lots ov uther weevils we wil sing and danc and may be hav a fir on the bech.
im vary exited i cant wate

Cheers kensington, how about some stories from your glorious past - we know your wild side by reputation.

nick was up al nit yestrday working and didnt get to slep til lat next morning i had to get uther weevils to help mak cofe wil he worked.
he sayd he had a big bug and he didnt meen me but he was freeking owt i was hapy to help him hes ok now
ther ar sum stories i cant tel becos nick wil read them but i wil rember a story and tel you abot it

Hi Kensington! I'm sorta new here and I don't think we've met. I'd love to hear some of your stories if you've got the time...

helo possum it wil tak a long tim to tel a story i was going to do that but nick got a new gam on fryday and it was a dansing gam and nick needed me to help him i got to dans and it was fun
i wil tel a story but it wil tak a long tim this much typing is hard it taks a long tim

I go out to buy groceries and leave h2g2 on my screen. I come back to find him typing away on my desktop machine. Clearly he doesn't understand about logging in under his own name (this is why I make him use my laptop). Guess he didn't realise he was typing under my account.

Now he feels silly and says he won't type on my desktop machine any more. Good thing he's the only weevil I allow to use my computer. Otherwise I'd never get any work done.

sory nick

helo evryon helo zonker i hav a smal story
onc i was at a party with nick and i was the only weevil and i lost nick becas it was a big hous and i fownd a smal biskit on the flor i was eating the biskit and wateing for nick
then nick showd up but he was green and purpl and ther was a big rok on top of his hed and it was showting at me to cleen the wax on the lamp oyl fuzes but i didnt no wat fuzes it was toking abowt i got scared and i ping alot wen im scared
i rember waking up in nicks poket and we wer at hom and the rok was gon nick told me he fownd me eating somthing coled a pil i thot it was abiskit
i was ok at hom but i dont no why nick never told me why he was waring a mean rok on his hed nick didnt no anything abowt cleening the wax on the lamp oil fuzes ether.
that was a weerd party i think i ayt a stal biskit or somthing.
thats one of my storys i hop you likd it it tuk a long tim to typ and now im sleepy

An excellent story Kensington. Typing that must have been quite exhausting. Have a nice nap now (and always avoid attempts at alliteration). I shall have to watch out for stale biscuits at parties.

I never did find out what the heck drug he was eating when I later found him at that party. Needless to say, I was concerned for the little guy. I put him in my pocket and left immediately. He fell asleep on the way home and woke up some time later while I was watching TV. He seemed to be all right by then.

I've told him to never again eat anything off the floor at parties. Oddly enough, it's only now (after reading his story) that I realise the extent of his hallucinations. He never mentioned to me that I appeared green and purple, and when he mentioned this "rock" thing, I didn't know he was seeing it perched on my head and shouting at him. Poor little weevil.

I don't know where he got this "lamp oil fuse" thing from. TV, probably.

Oh no, Kensington, that sounds really frightening. People really shouldn't leave stale biscuits lying around, should they?

Thirty six days until the Weevilennium. Are we all ready for it? Have you sent out invitations to the hedgehogs? Has the guitarist been booked? I think I shall be ready if only I can find some Marzipan gin.

I'm ready. There likely won't be any hedgehogs unless I manage to rent them from an exotic pets store. No need to book a guitarist. They are drawn to the flames of the bonfire like a moth to a...flame.