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

Oo, how I agree on the internet pages that won't let you go back!

Equally annoying are the screens that say "This Page Has Expired," sites that have tinny computerised music, and the fact that, even if I type in a word like "Splungiferousness" on Google, the first search result always seems to be "Buy Splungiferousness Products From K*L*O*.com" of "A*A*O*.com" (I'm sure you know the sites I'm on about!)

W of M

I know exactly what you mean. I'm sure pop- up ads have been mentioned already, but i'm going to mention them again.

And Bearings. yes I know we need them to get around, but I hate them.

What is there to hate about bearings?

Small shiny silver balls?

Why can't you hate something more sensible, like gettting hair in your mouth, or job interviews?

The unwritten rule that as soon as you get settled in bed to watch some TV the remote control will fall to the floor just out of reach.

Not ball bearings. Bearings, as in:

If C is 265 degrees around from B, how far is A from D?

The 27th letter of the alphabet. Known by its advocates as 'haiche'.

People who are sure there's a difference between "a hundred" and "one hundred".

there is -- a hundred is an estimate, some biggish number, but one hundred is precise. remember sig figs from chemistry?

*sorry, couldn't resist*

i hate it when things are over-explained.

and when you tear a biece of paper out of a notebook, but one corner stays in.

and typos in published things, like books.

A hundred is singular. One of it (it'd be some hundreds or thereabouts). When I say there's a hundred pence in a pound, does that mean that there's approximately one hundred pence in a pound?

I hate that awkward moment at the office when you're walking down a corridor & you don't know whether to smile immediately at the other person coming in the opposite direction, then ignore them, hold it for ages, or ignore them until you're really close, *then* smile....

I always choose the latter, I have the excuse that I'm shortsighted.

That situation is well documentated in the Meaning Of Liffe!

Another similar situation is when you're walking home from work and a colleague (you get on okay with them) is walking in front of you at a slightly slower speed. What to do?

Do you reach them and say 'hello goobye' then walk roughly next to them for a while and look silly saying nothing.

Slow down.

Try to innitiate conversation when you're both knackered and want only to go home.

Ah I say hello, despite the fact that I am a cr@p conversationalist.

That feeling I get in my knee when my legs are tired.

When you buy a new lightbulb- especially one of these long life things, and it is a totally different shade of white from the ones you alread have.

I don't think i've ever had a room where all the light fittings have bulbs of the same colour

Adds character to a room.

Ironing.

People who try to sing along to songs they don't know the words to, or even worse, songs they haven't even heard before.

People who don't tell you all the rules of the game you're playing.

Reading quotes from books you have read in a forum, and being unable to remember where they are from.

The way the name of that brilliant film you've always meant to see somehow eludes you when you walk into the rental shop.

Irons, Ironing boards, And Sodding Ironing.