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

...but you seem like a hoopy frood so I thought I'd say hello.

Then I thought better of it.

Then I thought again.

Hello!

Well, thank you, and I don't know who you are either!

Say, I guess I should put up a proper Personal Space again if I'm going to start hanging around here...

*skim-reads Roymondo's personal space*
Well, I can't say I'm *very* musical, but I do play the piano, sort of, so I guess I'll always have a sort of friend, eh?

Um... I'm actually going to dash off and buy a Guardian now, in the hope of getting back in time for at least most of Robin Hood. Which probably tells you a fair bit about me in itself...

[IMSoP]

Isn't it a bit late to be buying The Grauniad? My copy's been sitting on my bed, unread, for several hours!

Well, I thought I might easily have missed it (dagnabbit, this intarmerweb thing's addictive! ), but for some reason my local newsagent had absolutely stacks left - I'm not sure they usually have that many at the *beginning* of the day, this apparently being more of a Daily Mail neighbourhood...

*And* I got back in time for Mr Hood!

I completely forgot to watch Hood (though it will be repeated on BBC3 during the gaps between Torchwood repeats!)

I did however just watch the Take That thing on ITV. Yes, I have no shame, but I do still have a mighty crush on Mark Owen.

And I still haven't read The Guardian, but I am about to dive into the Guide to read whatever the wonderful, glorious Charlie Brooker has written.

BTW: www.mugfungus.co.uk If you're using Firefox it'll work, if you're using IE it won't!

Browser-breaking websites make web-designers cry! [or something]

*opens page in IE and tries to work out what's wrong...*

Sorry, but No! No! No! And more No! That is NOT what an tag is for! You want a good old-fashioned mate!

Back to w3schools.com with you!

I own a banjo. 'Nuff said!

Eh up, it would appear that I was mistaken on Saturday! This thread is fairly good evidence that our paths have indeed crossed.

Funny old world.

Well I never! Clearly, fate has decided we should occasionally bump into each other for no reason whatsoever in slightly random and basically pointless exercises of sociability.


Or something.

Ah, but isn't the randomness and apparent lack of point or reason point and reason enough?