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

I blame 2legs for the tiny little goblins hiding in my wardrobe and for the chinchillas not chasing them away...

I blame 2legs for Mr. Nerd being hungry and grouchy and dinner being at least 25 minutes from being out of the oven.

I blame 2legs for the continueing cold, My need to rush through the housework again today in order that I can have time to... err 'meet a friend' later and for my wallet being almost entirely devoid of cash

I blame 2legs for my new party frock, which is so pretty that I am using it as a wall-hanging until someone gets the hint and organises a party for me to wear it to. Other than that I shall have to arrange a party of my own.


In fact yes - You're all invited! Bring a Friend!

It is* warm there as well isn't it at the moment?!

I blame 2legs for the three rashers Of bacon, I had on three slices of home-made bread, toasted, with butter, and three scrambled egs with frehs ground black pepper and butter...
I also blame 2legs for my indigestion and the very rude suggestive TXTs I've been getting this morning

Lanza, that´s a nice dress. Take it off.

I blame 2legs for my only ever getting invited to the kinds of 'partys' where the guests don't really wear anything

I blame 2legs for taxidrivers in your town needing valium then.

I blame 2legs for the kinds of partys where you turn up clothed, but don't remain so for very long I also blame 2legs for the seeming shortage of such parties recently What happened to all the swingers?

They bought Volvos and stay in closets.

I blame 2legs for Pit not realising the dress is *on* the wall - not me. Or maybe he did

I blame 2legs for the dress being on me...
I also blame 2legs for laundry and housework which has to be done before* ... the ... more.... interesting... err... stuff... later

I blame 2legs for the odd pasta-in-a-mug stuff that it looks like I'm going to have to eat.

And for impending Mondays.

Put it in a bowl KB - it might look better. I can't promise it will taste better though.


Was it Sunday today? I blame 2legs.

I blame 2legs that 91 pounds of fudge wasn't enough, and I need to make 50 more pounds.

I blame 2legs for the limited chart success of the band 'impending Mondays', not even quite living up sufficiently to take the title of 'one hit wonder', their 1987 album, 'Its monday again', didn't make the top UK 100, and its only chart success at the time was due to an unusual high following (however briefly) in Romania, where it peaked at number 99, for one week, before vanishign never to return again to the Romanian charts.
The two singles off the album; 'atomic clock' and 'The eggs of time', fared little better, although the 'tomic clock' snuck into the UK Top 100 singles for one week, at position 98, due to its popularity being momentarily raised when it was included in a short-lived TV advert campaign for BNFL.
The band split the following year as a result of tehir drummer Reid Hamilton being instutionalised, and the lead guitarist Brian Hows, marrying and moving to Turkey. In fact, their biggest claim to fame was the inclusion of 'The Eggs of time', on a mid 1990's compulation album, where it was later revealed the song had been included by accident.

I blame 2legs alsof, for the fact I made that all up.

I will blame 2legs now, for the toast, which I've not yet had

Sometimes I think 2legs is channelling the voice of the Book in Hitchhikers Guide. That last post came across loud and clear as a sound byte. Was it really made up?

Made up by me... as I wrote it... but possibley drawing on many influences, many many influences, influences that we cannot, even begin to have the mereist inkling of an insight into their exact nature and cause, but yet which, in the funness of time, may themselves be inexplicbably linked to the larger picture which draws ever onwards out inperceptible movement towards the inevitable likelyhood of gin... I blame 2legs for that also sounding somewhat familiar
I'm just a walking clechee... I can't even spel chaeche cleache cleachee cleachea cleachae cleachie cleeachae cleehalea cleachee and I'm not even walking... I'm laying on the bed... trying to work up the energy to go downstairs for a final cigarette so I can come uback up and actually go to bed...
I blame 2legs for my inability to spell chaechee cleeache cleache cleachee cleachaee clechey cleachey
and for teh cold... and for the teh

I blame 2legs for the fact that I can't sleep because I have "Karma Chameleon" stuck in my head

I blame 2legs that I am now fighting to keep that song out of my head.