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

Unfortunately, Pheroneous is gone but he can still be in the film, acted by Sean.

Gone! Gone where?

The refugees at n2g2 (Yahoo) archived the 'h2g2Yahoochat' thread in the Files section of their yahoogroup. But it took up so much room Wumbeevil couldn't post his nudie shots, so he set up another Yahoogroup specifically to preserve those treasured moments from the Great Vogon Detour. The link is in the n2g2bookmarks and/or Files.

Some day, not a hundred years off, Uni-students will be doing doctoral thesis on that thread as pivotal origins of the subethanet. It's the Canterbury Tales of Cyberlit. The Exodus period of hootoo.
And there's a fair bit of crumpet in it too.

The BritEng-temporary-thread that TC set up at Yahoo is still there too but it's gone a bit dormant the past month or so.

~jwf~

Not with the wind, I hope!

Pheroneous has left h2g2. His main reason for going was that his life on h2g2 was taking up too much of his time. He had a few other reasons as well such as racism and moderation. You can see it all in his journal.

How did I miss that? It's *so* sad. He'll definitely have to be played by Marlon Brando, then.

In a tragic twist in the plot, Pheroneous left the day that Kaeori returned. He said goodbye to some of us, and no doubt would have done so to K if he had realised she was back.

Shakespeare used a similar plot device in Romeo and Juliet. If you really want to speak to him, he published an e-mail address in a farewell to jwf.

Romeo and Juliet? He didn't top himself for my sake, did he?

I'm off to find out Shakespeare's e-mail address.

And I would like to be played by Mercedes Ruhl. Although now I've finally got my teeth I could even ask for Julia Roberts

Wake:
Local annual festival observed on the feast day of the saint of the parish church. Later on a fixed Sunday and extended by stages to a week, for holiday, villages sports etc.. Now chiefly used as plural in singular sense. Now current only in certain areas, mainly northern and west midland.

"Why drag that up again?" as people used to say to Danny la Rue's dresser.
Well... on Friday 6th July at 10.55a.m. BBC2 is showing "Hindle Wakes". Not a literary masterpiece but, made in 1952 it provides interesting shots of the time. The postwar drab being replaced with the "new and flash"
[Standard Vanguard with its beetle back and column change and the hero's/villain's Allard (or Sunbeam Talbot) in Llandudno (I was there when the scene was being shot - very confusing watching people carrying suitcases to the car 4 or 5 times)]
and an early example of women's lib..
Went to see the film. With hindsight, the storyline wasn't so exciting as "the Kraken Wakes".

*this is the BritEng thread ..right ..OK*

Llandudno?

Speaking of good tv and time:
I just had the pleasure of seeing the Golden Mile of Edimbra as seen by EmmyLouHarris. She was there for the Festival last year I guess and did a wonderful documentary. From a variety of viewpoints
(part tourist/historian/beauty/witch/stoner/drinker/musician/poetess and ex-wife of Halifax musician/producer Brian Ahern)
she showed us The Witchery, The Scone (Scottish Stone), the Whiskey Centre, the writers museum, the castle's many rooms and finally St Margaret's Chapel. Wow.
What a trip up that hill as Kate Bush would say.

Llandudno, seaside town in N Wales. One of those faded victorian type places. Has trams running up the Great Orme (large lump of rock that rises on the seaward side of the orme peninsular). I do believe there is some connection with Alice in Wonderland but am not sure about it.

Hello all, back from Greece, and no jwf, didn't get caught up with any classicism. There was none to see on Chios where we were, and the population of the island couldn't be less interested anyway, their main concern appearing to be how fast they can race their specially-amplified motor bikes around town until 4am. So despite great food, sunshine and sea, good to get home for a decent night's sleep.

Except I immediately came down with some Greek lurgi and spent yesterday confined to bed

Anyway, back now, if a little wobbly. Haven't read all the backlog, but know what you mean about some of these fifties films being a great documentary of the time, not just old cars, but shots of Blackpool beach where you can't see the sand for people, old pub interiors, war veterans busking for alms on the street and so on. Reasonable research material for the colloquialisms of the day too.

Haven't looked in on this thread in a long time for fear of drowning in the ever-rising tide of backlog so forgive me if I'm harping back on something you've already covered (and why DO we harp back on things anyway?) but this talk of wakes as plural in a singular sense reminds me of something. Is this the sense used for the "Lyke wakes walk" which I remember my schoolfriends from many years ago taking part in on an annual basis? It was an all-day trudge over damp and claggy Northern English moorland that you were supposed to feel thoroughly miserable by the end of. Ring any bells for anyone?

Lyke wake - meaning "body watch" - sitting up with the body the night before its burial, may be connected here. There's a long 13th (I think) century poem called "The lyke wake dirge" which starts
"This ae, nighte, this ae nighte
Everich night and alle.
Fire and fleet and candlelighte
And Christ receive thy soule" which recounts how you may escape the pains of purgatory by having behaved charitably in your life.
Also, a lichgate or lychgate, is the sort of roofed gate that the coffin rested under before the funeral. During my teenage years we lived in a house with such a gate and my photograph was often taken under it. Who knows what quirks of my character THAT explains!

~jwf~
*notes that W has asked one of those rhetorical questions that demand a reply ..pauses ..deletes an obvious list, smiles, waves*

*notes that ~jwf~ seemingly missed punctuation lessons at school, the illocutionary force of ! differing somewhat from ?*

Tries in vain to find evidence of pedantic reverberation. Gives up.

Llandudno. Thanks, OP.
My brainfile of UK seaside towns is expanding.
The first entry was from a film 'Tight Little Island'.
The second entry was 'the Village' from 'the Prisoner'.
And now, lo these thirty years hence, there's Llandudno.
I will now consider myself an expert on coastal life in Great Britain.

~jwf~

JWF
"The second entry was 'the Village' from 'the Prisoner'."

That is Portmeirion, designed by Clough Williams-Ellis, William Clough Ellis or some such combination.

"And now, lo these thirty years hence, there's Llandudno.
I will now consider myself an expert on coastal life in Great Britain.
"

No, if you want fog you should go way over to the other coast, a huge 250 miles by road (!) to Scarborough or Whitby. There thanks to some local coastal current there are temperature inversions which cause "sea frets" (must look up fret) sometimes very dense, cold mists which extend only a mile or so inland, beyond which it can be clear, sunny and hot.

Count those as nos. 4 & 5.