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

Just got up

Just got email

You've got eyes, how long for?

tx

*answers self temporarily*

" Not long enough!! The lure of the files was more than a spim could bear.

How long can this continue?

Nine days, nine days, nine days."

Just to really make your day, I will share this with you. Abbi's just sent me an envelope of "treasures"; amongst which is a "Zen forest"; sayings of the masters. Opened it at random to find this little gem:

"The sweet swordblade
of a lady's smile

Sheds a man's bowels

inch by inch."

See, I KNEW you'd like it!!!

tx

Cheery. I think he'd be better off using the woman's smile to shave with.

Yesterday it seemed like the first of July. July is here! we all thought. But it doesn't half take its time to get going. Today it's only the second. Crazy month.

I know! Waiting, waiting.

I'm waiting for Lorenzo, yet again; he said 2pm, it's only 3.20 now, so I suppose I should be grateful.

Are you munching?

tx

Hi,i'm lorenzo.....


SEEHEIS

HERE!!!

squeak in a bit,

beastie goingoff, wish us luck!

(will phone if all else fails)

tx

A nasty shock this morning when I arrived at work: it seems I'm on the intranet news bulletin as a new joiner to the company. Press ganged, by god! Having trouble doing up my tie, too: starts off all right but ends up in a noose.

Luckily there are other things to live for.

It's the phantom hugger!

Yes, there certainly are other things to live for; just as well really.

Hmm, joiner eh? I didn't realise; you must stop hiding your light under a bushel.

I've never actually understood what that one means, please explain. what sort of light & what kind of bushel?

No more talk of nooses please, have you tried one of those clip-on bow ties; if you really must adorn your neck with something?

And the Number of the Beast was 8.

tx

A clip on!? Okay Jenkin, what have you done with Terri? The sorry neckwear in question is skulking on the desk next to me, but at least I have a good view of it from which to admire the flowers.

Sadly, being a joiner means not that I'm a skilled chippy a la humble Joseph or the bloke that nailed the cross together, rather that I'm joined to the company. Well yes, I am joined at the wallet, but they shall never claim my heart!

Stock phrases are odd when you come to look at them but I'd have thought that hiding one's light in that way was ill advised from a health and safety view point: one wouldn't want to set fire to one's bushel... or would one?

Well, no; this was what had occurred to me.

There are better, more environmentally ways of keeping warm.

Don't bushels have somethging to do with pecks? Presumably not our friend Gregory, but of the drachm, gill, avoirdupois type; I used to waste many a maths lesson staring at the back of my exercise book & absorbing such useless information; pity I never bothered with the times tables really.

8 X 24 - 11 = ??? (or is it PLUS 11? see what I mean?)

*sigh* What a useless creature I can be.I will never make a joiner, nor a filer either.

Back to the loin taming for me I fear!

Enjoy the s!

tx

Now you're just being rood. But I know that 8 x 24 + or - 11 = too much. Funny that I've become a joiner when I'm a confirmed non-joiner.

Poor Gregory; poor Katherine; poor us. Not that they were hugely in the public eye in their later years, but they were a link to that fantasy land. Mind you, I'm just as capable of losing myself in silent films, although I can't really see either of us in a silent film can you? The captions would be on screen longer than we were.

x

!

Yes, you're right there! "Silence is Golden" doesn't really seem to be our theme song does it?

Those Desert Prince things with Rudolph Valentino, the soulful look complete with eyes would have me rolling about & reaching for the ventolin I'm afraid!

Still trying to compile a list of "station platform" plots though; all I can come up with so far is Dr.Zhivago; somehow I fear the costume department hasn't looked at the weather forecast for this neck of the woods though!

(they might find more info on this & other local matters at

http://www.mairie-angouleme.fr/ )

Talking of plots; as predicted, Plan A has failed due to distinct lack of interest. Maybe just as well. Shall pursue Plans B, C and D, if there is any chance of UK support from t*****i, I will advise!

tx

At least if you get the sheiks in a silent film no one can hear the bed squeaking. As my greater experience of silent films is slapstick comedy, in any case, it would be entirely in keeping.

Re. plan A: But at least the sense of satisfaction will be greater when it's all finally solved.

Station platforms:
Brief Encounter & the end of Lucky Jim spring to mind so far, plus a dozen thrillers or mysteries which aren't so romantic. Margaret Rutherford anyone?

I think I'll go for Brief Encounter; but hopefully with a happy ending!

As for the thriller plots; we've more or less got the Orient Express bit sewn up now haven't we?

Once the Portugese lot pull their fingers out that is....

"Eyes back to the files, young man!"

I should put beastie back into dormancy & await dulcet tones of telephones I suppose. frustrating that I can't do both,but that's the whole point isn't it?

*sigh*

"We can work it out"

Soon.

tx

Just spotted return of eyes, i will stay on a bit longer! what time's lunch?

tx

I've some putting away to do anyway. There's only so long I can sit here dragging out the data entry part. Good luck with the Beast.

s x

By the way, my watch has stopped again...

Better go. x

Just about to exit on way to bed when noticed you have eyes and how could I resist?

Didn't do ironing as went to pub by accident. So that's another one to cross off the list. Am going to bed now, though: imprint of silly grin on pillow in morning.

s x

oooh!

Just spotted you!

Just thinking of you!

*er, that makes a change*

zen-devil say:

"pub is better than ironing

creases not serious, laughing is."

happy dreams.

tx