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

*Trudges into the new thread with closed eyes, so that he realy can be surprised by how Pan decorated it...*

Would someone pass me an , please? This is nearly as bad as the darkest corner for me atm...

Awww... here you are then....

::waits for Pan to appear so she can tell her that her own defintion of anglocizing is the white Europeans coming to the U.S. and changing everyone into Christian agriculturists....::

Is that you , D?

*Brings her and knitting.*

For goodness sake, Pandora.. I AM the greatgrandmother you never had!

Nice job, E! Hi, Dragonfly!

*Settles back into her rocker to sip and watch the redecorating.
s at Kes, and lifts her glass of bubbly to him. *

Cheers mari ... and as well as some more for you ... here's a for E and a for D. Wow! It's very ... er... Blue in here!

...shhhh don't spoil it for E., besides, I'm not done yet! Now be good & go kill your liver...
*summons several working
from 'The Blood'...instructs them in their painting & decorating...
Bay of Bisquane (grey/blue) covers the walls...splashes of mauve in the style of Monet trail off into corners & around windows...murals of days gone by surround the pillers in the seating area...ladies in hoops skirts, fine horses, one with a winding stream down to the pond at the bottom where a yellow Lego cottage can be seen with little Erik setting on a dock with his feet dangeling over the end & fishing pole in the water... another with a bi-plane just climbing into the clouds at Sunset...
a yellow plane becoming lost in the Sunbeams that linger for that last bit of daylight...the entire wall where the entracne door is has become tweny - leagues under the sea...every exotic creature that ever graced the floor of the oceans and even some that are flights of fancy adorn the wall...the door is seemingly the entrance to a coral cave...the loos are guilded in gold left...a golden rose adores the Ladies...silver guilded antlers adoren the Mens...the door to the alley has been painted to look like part of a brick wall from the inside as well as the outside...if you don't know where to push...it'll take you a few tries to exit into the alley...the word:'EXIT' has been spelled out above the door, but done in brick...mauve and grey/blue scarves swag up and around the brass rods...the shades can be pulled down...on each is an exact, ditigally re-created image of what is actually ON the other side, were the window open...new matching grey, overstuffed, leather chairs face slightly toward one another at the fireplace...table & magazine holders between each set of chairs...grey, blue and mauve swags of dried flowers and candles rest above the mantle...matching footstools sit in front of each large chair...D,'s couch is now covered in a quilted mauve fleece fabric, with grey pillows...Pan's couch is covered with the same fabric, but done in the grey/blue with mauve pillows...matching fleece blankets are stacked on a shelf behind each of the the couches, which now face eachother & angle toward the fireplace...plush, deep burgundy carpet has been laid throughout the Pub...the valances above the doors and windows are all done in burgundy leather with big brass studs...the chairs and bar stools match beautifully...they now have rather high backs with head rests and quaraphonic speakers in the headrests...levers on the side, warm, massage, recline & swivel.
...matching stained glass lanterns hang in a diamond pattern above the table section...hand made burgundy & grey/blue lace table chothes are stain AND fire resistant!
There you have it.
I'm tired...it's after 8:30 am back at the cabin...still on MY time even here in the Pub...
...*rubs here eyes...* I do hope you all can tolorate the Pub's looks for the next month! Oh, how could I...I very nearly forgot.........a grey bowl for Plato & a mauve bolw for...
for...? my brain is really, really tired....*
grabs a couple fleece blankets, fluffs a pillow & tucks herself into
her Grey/Blue Goo Couch!

Feel free to change anything you want...just not my couch, at least until after I awaken.
...*snuggles in...*ahhhh... I forgot! there will be
...pardon me, fresh s every day around noon UK time...thought that would be a nice touch......different colors each day... until we start over of course...wonder how many color of roses there are?

...*dreaming og scarves ripping on the thorns of the ...*

*Tries out the supportive barstool with audio* How do I select channels? Where's the Classics?

Mmmmm, very nice.

Mmmmm, very nice.

Shnazzy!!!!

::is pleased to see that his table in the dark corner has been left undisturbed... appropriates it immediately and materializes a to celebrate. Gives Pandora the , but she can't see because it's given from a dark corner.... AHHHHHHH, I love it here::

Glad you all..so far, like it!
Kes, just push the green thingie for power...then right down the line, left speakers, right speakers, trebble, bass, mute (sorry, the mute button only work on the stereo) then there's ‡ for up channel & down channel...then on the underside of the arm rest is the massage, warmer, recline & to swivel, just push the thingie in & turn, it will continue to automatically turn slowly until you shut it down or the power fails.
Thog, I'm soooo glad you wanted your space left just as it was! I wasn't about to go over there & actually have skin contact! Oooo....the thought......be back after my shower...the one where there's no hot water left in all of the UK!!!!

I really don't care for yucky stuff! Oh yeah, the showers!
Later all...

You know, I didn't actually realise it was March until this came up on my conversations list earlier. How depressing is that?

You know, I didn't actually realise it was March until this came up on my conversations list earlier. How depressing is that?

That's not depressing! Having to shower alone, in a Pub... now THAT can be depressing... orrr it could very well be RE-freshing!!! Wanna' play hide the soap Egon?
I'll let you wash my hair...Oooo all soapy...slippery...vanillia scented bubbly... ...you could use it like a sponge to lather your body all over.........or not...see you all later...lots of shopping after I get the thog-a-scumus washed off ... I was thinking we are ALL in need of some new threads, to match the March Threadmake a list of what you all want from the City & the invisible galaxy in the unknown universe...amazing pre-Spring solstic sale going on now until March 15th!! Put in your orders!!

*opens eyes*



PAN!!! LOUVLEY!!! Good job! Oh! An in my hand! Thanks Kes!

AH! it´s so good to see you all in this thread (or is it this "Crossed Purposes 3.02"?)

Well... I think I need two things...



*The green armchair apears*



*the logfire with all necessary digits apears*

Well, Pan... wonder if this nut will be cept to what it is during march...*air of spring in the alley spreads out...*

::feels slightly insulted, but has another and forgets about it::

oh... thog, what was insulting

*has a *


*wonders, if this was ever ordered in the CP...*

I think sherry is a nice compliment to this beautiful decor. Pandora, it is beautiful. I would like a new dress and a shawl, please, from the sale shop. A long cream dress with brown inserts that emphasize my waist. One long sleeve only, please. The shawl in silk with deep fringe. Thank you, dear. Also, could I have an new mauve and soft blue cushion for my rocking chair?

The Pub is lovely this month. Here, I found these at the florist and thought it would be a nice compliment along with your .

*Sets a bowl of yellow daffodils down on the small table between the two couches.*

Ehhh.... Life has a nazillion non-h2g2 obligations...

::takes her time to enjoy sitting on the couch and sipping on her chocolate milk, not wanting to say that she might just be here less and less often....::

Englander, were you asking me if I am an agricultural Christian!??? No, I am not.... I like to ocassionally weed, and when I am retired I will passionately garden and paint!!!! But I'm not Christian....

*Contented. Fiddles with audio controls ...plays with toy yellow biplane ...sips beer ...strokes a passing Plato*