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

>>learning to make do with next to no money is the most valuable part of being a student.

Yes; since the value of being rich lies in the how many times greater your resources are than your needs, then by reducing your needs to a minimum, you become as rich as Croesus.

Government does seem hell-bent on providing cannon fodder for the big guns of industry.

I suspect that govs make a choice between regulating a country of mainly well educated, creative people and ruling a country of the opposites.

Hopefully that choice is not a conscious one.

The problem is that the further that process goes, the more likely it becomes that the choosing becomes conscious.

Unless, of course, gov relies on immigration from countries where educating children is paramount - and then relies on past (& current?) reputation to keep them on board.


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I watch very little on TV (don't have time) unless it's recorded but saw MIB2 the other night...
PH:
Nearly as much film as ads... boy, did I miss catching up with the adverts I've been missing.

People being ridiculously noisy downstairs when I have the day off and finally want to SLEEP

2 mins into "Sing if you can" ... what is going on with these presenters?

2 minutes? You managed more that I did then.

Who thought that would make good TV? At least THAT early in the evening. MUCH more pub time required to make that a funny concept.

PP

Today's Come Dine With Me. The Australian woman is highly strung and annoying. PH? Not much, all seems OK right now.

People who are slimmer and fitter than I'll probably ever be complaining that they're too heavy and how much it depresses them... well, -a-doodle-do, I feel so sorry that your 32" waist jeans are a bit snug.

<<People who are slimmer and fitter than I&#39;ll probably ever be complaining that they&#39;re too heavy and how much it depresses them... well, -a-doodle-do, I feel so sorry that your 32" waist jeans are a bit snug.>>

A touch of nostalgia for me....I remember the day I had to concede I&#39;d never fit into size 30" waist jeans again and had to step up to size 32"

PH: My profile page where it says quite starkly "you have no friends". They could perhaps break the news a little more gently. (Maybe however, if I wasn&#39;t so smug about my jeans size I would have more friends)

PH: the way decent musicians/songwriters all tend to go to tuneless, back-beat heavy music in their later years, thereby making their still-decent lyrics irrelevant.

Not looking at you, Paul Brady.

Shoes with suede heels. Specifically ones that you bought for a wedding (no, not THAT one!), but decided to wear one night to make sure you could walk in them and then next morning discover that you've torn a small patch of suede off one heel and can't even remember how the that happened!

Oh, oh, and the unerring magnetic quality of black trousers to attract light coloured stains (spready cheese, handcream, bananananana)

"" a massive PH is how the university makes us pay for photocopying and printing.""

do it all digitally....cut + paste etc., then e-mail it to the relevant person, he/she then has to print it off

Better still - get yourself a wee part-time office job while you're at uni. Extra drink money and lots of shiny scanners and copiers lying around.

Shirts and tops which show sweat marks, even when you have anti-perspirant on.

And I've said it before but I'll shout it again - ITCHY SCRATCHY LABELS!!!!!!

(As you can tell, quite a bit of wardrobe malfunctioning happing in the BeaHive.)

cut all the labels out - I always do... then I lose the replacement buttons that were sewn onto them.

PH (this year and every freakin' year): Good Friday is just about the biggest Christian event in the year. I understand that. But I don't get why a modern state like Germany makes such a fuss and makes all theatres etc close, no public music (or noise, or dancing, or fun...) allowed.

But the freaking church bells drown everything out.

(No problem with the religious minded doing their thing, but sheesh, guys...)

Our parish church is just across the fields from where we live. (About 3/4 mile by road, less than 1/2 mile as the crow flies.) It has a peel of bells (not sure how many) and we hear them every Thursday night when they practise, and every Sunday before the main service. And we love the sound. What I don't like is a single bell being tolled repeatedly.

PHoD: Having two assignments to be do for college and having a stinking cold that's stopping me concentrating.

Love, German law *is* puzzling, especially in catholic regions. Noises above a certain dB level are banned unless they serve religious purpoises or something.

Puzzling? no - they are 200 years out of date.

What really really gets up my nose is that I work full-time - I get home after 7pm most days. On Saturday I have errands to run which means lawn-mowing is saturday afternoon. Often when the farm behind our houses has some machinery going full pelt, or the church bells are giving it welly at 5pm.

And I mow with my little, quiet, electric mower for the 20 minutes it takes... and my neighbour complains about the noise I'm making. And I have to ask him to repeat himself six times because I can't hear him over the bells and the baling machine