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

Some of you appear to be dotting and some of you are just doting.

Yowza, a fresh dose of realism from our newest Canuckistanian researcher!


Hey you! Is it true everyone in BC showers in cold mountain streams under starlit skies, their naked skin illuminated by the northern lites...


~jwf~

Only in your dreams ~j~ ...only in your dreams



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Who am i?

>> Who am i? <<

I dunno.

Does it matter...?




"Really Nothing Really Matters Really"
That's my motto.


~jwf~

Nothing really matters,
my mind a bag of ries,
enter the exit,
sit down stand up and cry,

the light of the darkness,
taking light from our souls,
the thoughts just too old

*Pauses to inspect the damage a cold mountain waterfall has done to his descendants then reaches for a towel under the cool, flickering blue-green light*

*comments* No *thing* really matters?

I take a cl thing is an Acura thing.
But isn't a 'zoom'-er a Mazda thing?

~jwf~ (a TR-6 thing)

Actually my Zoom, zoom has always been MGBs. Six in fact (but of course none past 1973).....

*makes note, must stop (....) since it now may be a quasi-religious act*

Where am i?

At the end of a sentence? Well not that one but maybe this one.

no lemons not any, none whatsoever I think I'm having a bad day

Cola? If it's *really* cold and taken with aspirin the will go away.

Staring into the infinite void the other day, I was reminded of the time myself and Barbara Cartland found love behind a rectory building in Dorset.

This is, of course, every young chap's dream, and in normal circumstances I would have refrained from mentioning the incident to avoid rubbing up a chap the wrong way - inflaming their ardour, so to speak, or, as my uncle Derek used to say "Putting the tufts of one's Axminster carpet out of joint".

But I feel compelled now to mention the incident, because of something Barabara said to me at the point she reached Eros' crescendo.

At the time, I thought she had said "Mufffleffffumpffff". She was eating a kebab at that moment, and it was affecting her speech. However, I now believe that she had cried out, almost to the moon and the stars, the word "Nighthoover".

Now, as I sit in my study, with a sturdy fire in the grate and a good cup of Chocomilk by my side, I wonder if Barabara was somehow in touch with mysterious forces. In fact, I am almost compelled to believe that she was a radio transmitter of sorts - receiving signals of a nature which it is not mine to tell.

I seem to remember that a hillock was involved somehow - but I am not sure now.

Now this is the ultimate use of "free space"LOL!

I can't believe this thread is still going, and I'd be hard pressed to believe that anyone other than jwf even knows where it came from!

Anyone here up to some heavy reading!:D(hint....the first page covers the origin!)

NM

I reckon most people here have read ALL the backlog and are very much distressed about the disappearance of the one true hoover and the appearance of many fakes

Oh for the love of Bob, Lettuce pray

I have printed out the backlog, and read it at night as a mantra, after hoovering and pub closing and before the big yellow thing hoovers in the sky so dangerously.

Strange, now it has been mentioned, and I pressume that bob knows why it has, that i find myself suddenly taken back to a winters night, in 1989, whilst in Margret's study.

we ahd spent the day quietly contemplating the existance of cream tea, and had almost, but not entirely, decided that time had come for more maderia cake, when a noise disturbed our quiet contemplatation.

As margret ralleyed her battle-cry "u turn if you want to", i mistook entirely the intination in her voice, and rolled over in teh crumb encrusted bed, abscently mindily knocking Norman La-mont, off the bedside cabinate and disturbing the corgi.

her answer to the right honerable gentilman, shock me, and I lost a tooth.

I think there may have been a point to that, but Thatcher just belted me on over the head with his bag, you know, the black brick filled thing

*has decided to read the backlog after all*

*takes his hat off to the brave individual whom is attempting such a nighthooverly thing lettuce know what you think?