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

I will eventually* one day record the nighthoover song.... the one that Roymondo and I wrote, in the Angel Islington.... several years ago... Roymondo lost the lyrics, but I've still got a copy on my Harddrive... We keep* trying to record it whilst I'm over at his flat... but we always get far far too drunk to get very far

OK... so no sign of nighthoover yet after the BBCiD change, but something very important to note...


It is now possible to CANCEL!

One can now delete one's account...

The age of stickiness is past...

We are now all transient...

Permanence is no longer permanent...

All is fleeting...

Mortality is upon us...


We are all dust now.

WOE and ANGST be upon us!!!

I do fear both that the holy one can no longer anymore ever access the hooverly account, but also thriley that this meaneth the holy one can never cancel their account

Woe indeed if the nighthoover did pay heed the cancellation button

Fear not for one day, one glorious day the hoovery one will again reappear.... for as the hoovery one herself once said :
'so I got stuck here then?'
Stuck... here.... forever.... for perpatitiy ... for pavloca and for paraotti and parcelforce...
Eternally going round and round and round.
A kind of perpetual motion of going rouness err roundness...
the eternal hoover of the night in perpetual non canceledness
And one day... one glorious day, despite the wooooooo was that was not was that was SSO And despite the ooooooeeeccckkkness that is the BBCID
the hoovery one shall one day return... and we shall know it is the hoovery one by the way the hoovery one sucks
BoBoBoB BoBoBoB BoBoBoB BoBoBoB KiTKiTKiTKiTKiTKiT KitKitKitKit lettuce spry mhrily so on this day of the great BBCIDing and contempalte th e eternityness that iseth the hoovery one BoBoBoBoB BoboBoBoBoBobobob BoBoBoBoBoB

Forgive me 2legs for I have not been around for quite a while, I think. It has been, err, let's see, carry the 2... a bit over seven months or so since my last post. I think I must have lost faith in the Force of the Hoover.
But I have found it again, pries bee!


Hallelujah!

For none can escape the suction of the true hoover of the night... Yea verily, they shall return just as He shall return.

"...He shall return""






has nighthoover's gender actually been established

It's been assumed, but not establishment. We're a pretty non-establishmentarian sort of establishment, 'round here.
Also, long words make us dizzy.

Yea! thriley so Lettuce spry establishment? wehre? *looks about nervously* dust! Lettuce hoover

*Promptly goes out to buy a pair of Fishnet stockings to celebrate the hooverley fact*

Yea, thriley so lettuce wearing our fishnet stockings hoovery ourselves into the darkness of the night dreamy waves of hoovery fishnetness and rambling incarnation of the kitchen countertops made in spain, fhrily so, oh yea, fhrily so, lettuce hoovery lettuce hoover lettuce hoovery lettuc hoover hoover hoover and by the hoover did the dust be gone be gone lettuce spry and lettuce spin round really fast also for dizzyness is hooverlynes s is dizzyness if hooveryness lettuce spin hoovery dizzyness and nondustyness all where every where and where we wear the fishnets yea

Oh yea did those counter tops shine as moonlight shone through the window And verily we wore our fishnets all night long as we waited to greet the beginning of a hoovery new dawn

yea, fhrily so.....
For as the light rose anew,
As the dawn struck afresh,
So the gloom did lift,
And clarity was all abound,
near and far,
Distant and wide,
As the light apon us shown
no dust nor dark dank dusty-like type stuff was abounded on the relentlessly clean kitchen countertops made in spain
lettuce spry BoBoBoboboBoBoB KiTKiTKiTKiTKiTKiTKitKit lettuce jump up and down once more on the dust-free floor

*Struts around in his fishnets and size 12 steel toe capped 6" heel safety boots*

Braise the Lord!!!

Praise be indeed lettuce stomp in our boots
For as it was as it was as it came to pass,
So as the dust did vansish then so too did the oven get cleaned and they saw that the oven could be both shiney and clean and it was good

And blessed be the buns from that oven,
for unliketh anything else, they sayeth luvin,

~jwf~

Hangeth thy damp fishnets close by the luvin oven
and soon they will be warm and dry and hooverable.


~jwf~

We could possibly have a go this weekend...

yea, fhrily so