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

I fell over on my way home from the library yesterday- slipped on the steps up from the underpass and landed, on the steps, with the full force of my left side.

And it hurt.

Both knees are aching, my entire left hand side from shoulder to ankles, but, fortunately (as I've got an exam in two and a half hours) my right hand is AOK.

Oh, and I have to mention the lovely first year student who helped me up and gave me a drink of her water while I was getting my breath back. I like that sort of thing, small things like that give me renewed hope in the youth of the nation (yes, I know I *am* the youth of the nation as well, but you know what i mean)

Did you get her number?

we're going out for a drink tomorow night, since you ask.

Ouch!!

But on the other hand, it might have been worth a little suffering for.

That's the hard way to get a girl's attention!

Egon, you should consider taking a ballet class. It will do wonders for learning to control your body.

Are you sure nothing is broken?

i don't *think* anything's broken.

The reason i left out the "going out for a drink" bit in the initial post is that i thought the sympathy for my plight might be tempered somewhat if I told you all that I had a date with a cute 19 year old from Washington (tha's Washington, Tyne and Wear, not DC)

Typical guy!

Economical with the truth in order to achieve maximum attention!

Have a lovely time!

Have you considered starting wearing bubble wrap under your clothes?

Egon, Egon, Egon.....

Have you considered the babe magnet potential of a walking stick? Maybe even the kind in white so you can thoroughly thrash all objects in your path?

And to think that on top of everything else you've the potential of a chat line with her about a hootoo entry you could do on Washington, UK. Sly devil....

Don't give Egon a stick! He'll poke his eye out!

That was brilliant ,egon! Absolutely brilliant. And you're right, I was all ready to send you some s till I got to the part where you're going out for drinks with her! Well I suppose if you're still in pain the would be inappropriate anyway. I hope she's gentle. unless you like that sort of thing, I'll just send a very light pat on the back and a

Afternoon all.

Well my date last night went well.

we met in the uiniversity's Wearmouth bar at about half six, and had a few drinks there- I was on coke due to my painkillers- while basically finding out about each other, you know all the ""well, about me" stuff that you have to get out fot he way.

I wasn't as nervoius as I normally am about making a good impression as I figured I could hardly amke a worse impression than first meeting her while lying on a pavement.

Anyway, so we had a good talk there, and, well, we were hitting it off. Then, as we were both rather hungry by about half eight, we headed down to a nice city centre italian restaurant for a meal, and during the course of the meal we continued talking, just finding stuff out about each other, and she's friendly, funny, intelligent and witty, in addition to being *very* cute.

Then I walked her home (home to her halls of residence, not home to Washington. that would have taken a *lot* longer), and we kissed goodnight.

A thoroughly satisfactory evening, and we arranged to meet for lunch tomorrow.



Also, she said that when she told her flatmate that she was going out ona date last night, her flatmate asked her who with. So she said, oh, some guy I met today. OOh, said her flatmate, how d'you meet him? Oh, he was sprawled on the pavement outside the subway by the murray library, she said.

Her flatmate thought she was crazy. She replied that life is about taking the occassional risk and doing things on the spur of the moement.

And she told me that she was glad she'd ignored her flatmate.

Impressive. So don't let it be said that sprawling accross a pavement doing yourself an injury isn't an effective way of pulling!

Another thing she said was that when she refers to "picking up" men, it isn't usually literal...

Heh, funny...

Awww, poor kid, in the wars again, hey ??

Well, I hope you're feeling better after your tumble...and you should be very glad that you were sent someone in your time of need

I'll light a candle for you, sunshine...

Hmm... I gouged out my fingertip with my razor as I was packing my suitcase. I'm typing with four fingers on one hand now, the ring finger being the defective component. It is excruciating.

And no one so much as blinked an eyelid.

- Jordan

Jordan, if it makes you feel any better...I cringed a little reading that...and now my finger is throbbing...stupid empathy...

Ooh! Thanks tanzen!

...

Come to think of it, is it a good thing that I can make people feel bad from miles away?

Hmm, the word 'gouged' is oddly graphic.

- Jordan

Well I'm glad my pain at your pain made you feel better.......

Aye, gouged does give a little bit away (as in suggestion, not as in "your finger"), but it doesn't help that I am a visual person, as soon as people say things I tend to see them in my head...

...it's the same reason why none of my friends are allowed to start any of their conversations with "I was on the toilet the other day..." in my presence