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

Helloo, Day dreamers, Create would like to hear about you Guilty Pleasures throughout September. There are a few in this week.

I can heartily recommend the music video in one of them

Have a look at A87836593 and sens us pics as well stories.

Guilty pleasures, what does that mean to me?

Writing while my house gets ever more untidy, until you'll have to climb over boxes and dead vacuum cleaners to find me sitting at my computer?

Reading easy-read novels (I'm a Terry Pratchett fan)rather than serious literary fiction. CC, I don't think the film of Chocolat is as good as the book.

I wonder if some literary fiction is over-rated. I started reading 'A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing' by Eimear McBride and found the bizarre style (it's written in fragments - odd words and phrases rather than sentences) so difficult to follow I decided I couldn't be bothered.

To make a good book you need a strong story, some interesting characters and detailed enough settings to make the fiction seem real.

That's my rant for the day. Perhaps I should join Peanut picking sloes. There are certainly lots about this year.

Ho hum (wanders in) Ooooh lots of loveliness and peoples. Evening all!

Welcome, lovely messenger from Create, who doth seek out our guilty pleasures, and maketh me blush, even though I know not why, just trying to sound guilty, not that convincing, not even if I say doth for effect.




Hope you have a deep sleep tonight, ITI, after your day on the road. Is it emotionally taxing when you visit your Mum? I hope you're OK.



Back in a minute. I had some pathways to share with you, but I lost them. Where are my pathways?

Here they are, not sure if the link will work. I like these pathways. If I had taken a pathway piccie like these, my work would be done. I'd retire and hang upside down in a tree like a lemur, eating toffee apple smileys and listening to Radiohead on giant headphones. That thought doth bring me great guilty pleasure.



I did take a photo today of some giant discarded plastic burgers, with plastic lettuce, beside a green wheelie bin, in a commercial yard place, beside a food market. They must have been a sort of display, for a burger stall.



But this has nothing to do with pathways. Here are my pathways.

http://www.architecturendesign.net/26-magical-paths-you-have-to-walk-on-at-least-once-in-your-lifetime/

Hmm, guilty pleasure. I like taking photos of giant plastic burgers. I almost prefer them to pathways. Oh no, maybe I don't. Yes I do. I think I will wrestle with my conscience. I like a bit of wrestling. Uh oh, don't mention wrestling. What??? This is all Create's fault.

The recipe for Perculiar tea??? Hah! You want the recipe? I will offer it to you if you are nice to me for twenty seven years, or if you translate Maria's mysterious Spanish sentence for me. Except I don't know it, so first I will have to go hypnotise Peanut.

Ah yes, then there are escalators!

OK I have to go now. Those are my last words.



Ah yes, then there are escalators. Animated pathways. When I was a kid, I thought that if I didn't get off the escalator in time I would slide underneath into the place where the stairs fold up and disappear.

I wonder who invented escalators, and when?

I'm haunted forever by the fire in Kings Cross station, London, in 1987, that began on the escalator, perhaps from a lit cigarette end falling through the cracks.

We go to this coffee shop which looks out onto a big, high glass fronted departement store. You can see the escalator running right up the shop, from the basement to the heavens.

Sometimes I go in there and ride on it, just for fun. (guilty pleasure. heheh). I like the journey. Better than the arrival at the different levels. And cheaper.

CC, the mysterious sentence...

ah, sí, claro el orégano también lo puedes plantar junto a las otras aromáticas...

means : oh*, yes, sure, you can also plant the oregano next to the other aromatic plants...

*oh, or maybe ah, I´m not sure when to use eh, ah, oh, o... and similar in English!

you were thinking about oregano and I mentioned it? funny coincidence. The world is full of that. two friends of mine have just come from Belgium, they have been doing war tourism along France and Belgium. This summer there were many events commemorationg the WI of 1918. Well the coincidence they told me happened during those days of war. A whole arm fell from the sky to a group of canadian, or australian, not sure, soldiers. a few months later one of them lost an arm.
ok, it´s a bit the coincidence... and nothing sunny compared to your lovely oregano plant... I think I need coffee and a strong cup of Perculiar to clear my mind...

El "Old Farmer's Almanac" recomienda crescienta oregano junto con los tomates como un medio organico de repeler insectos.

(falls off escalator) What??? About the arm?? Coincidences are very weird, indeed.

Hola Maria Our oregano coincidence was very lovely, and now I have the translation!! Thank you. I love the Spanish. I love I love I love Spanish.

What?? ITI now does speak in Spanish? El Old Farmer's Almanac? Is this cheating? heheh. So do you speak Spanish, ITI?

Hello Lovelies

I am feeling all decrinkled, a little more balanced and a little peppy after a yoga session, a practise I am hoping to get back in to

Right now I am a bit rusty in both the practise and creaky joints department but in terms of an activity this is one where I find the benefits immediate and that is very incentivising.

I find I have a lot of tension in my knees which seems a funny place to me

*Leaves a balanced but peppy Perculiar , advises that you don't drink it by the pint, otherwise the pep overcomes the balance *

heheheh, I like a bit of pep.

You take care, dear one. And relax those knees.

I've never done yoga, even though I think it's amazing, an ancient healing art.

I've known a few yoga teachers in my time. They are all seriously bendy. . Very bendy people. And calm in body and mind.

If I could be that bendy, I would curl up and store myself on overhead luggage racks in trains, if there was no seat. Or perhaps not. . I don't think people practice yoga so that they can store themselves in overhead luggage racks.

, oddly I had not considered the added advantage of being able to store myself in the over head luggage rack

I have just watched all the extra bit on the dvd, holy moly, the instructor is doing some of his exercises, seriously strong

I also found the modifications to some positions for when you are starting out, my bad, should watched all the way to end at the beginning and then worked backwards. My arms have now got the hump with me, because they have been going 'what???? we thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing, you kidding me???

My back though is thanking me and hopefully my knees will learn to chill out



So Perculiar this is an iced tea, that has a bit of spice kick, the contradiction between the cold refresh and the hot tingle, adds a good measure of zing

Ooh, that sounds like 'Russian tea' - that's what they call it in North Carolina - served on ice.

Could you email us a recipe at the Post? With pic would be nice.

*whispers* I would Dmitri but in truth I rarely drink tea, it is just one of those quirks of the daydream thread, that I have my own Perculiar blends

Quite where that started, lost in the mists of the backlog of the thread I fear

Surely the beauty of Perculiar is that is sounds nice but naughty too. As if it's made of rosehips and honey, cinnamon and nutmeg,a dash of lemon and a slug of Cognac or rum.

I was walking through the Lanes in Brighton today when I saw a man in a hairy ape costume pushing what looked like a small piano. Honestly, and I hadn't had any or even Perculiar

That sounds a fine recipe MVY What a funny thing to see

I tell you my eyes have been opened, intrigued by Dmitri's Russian tea I have been looking up recipes, it was sort of what I imagined

But even better than that there is a green tea liquor, oh, now you are talking my language, a Perculiar for my hip flask.

Evening luvs! Now I'm thirsty thirsty thirsty for tea, and it's the middle of the night. . I'll go with the slug of Cognac, and anything else that flows out of the magic urn. . Provided it's not a slug, like, an actual slug.

We lived in this place once where there were apple trees, and a local cider firm used to come and collect the fruit, slugs and all. And wasps. . And people said it all went into the cider.

You know what, mvp, we know that guy! The ape with the piano. Well, not personally, but he always plays outside Infinity Foods, (the wholefood shop in the Brighton Laines). Last summer we were often there in about 30C, and he was always there, in the hairy muppet/ape suit, playing his piano. How come he didn't faint? I'd have fainted.

Even piano playing apes must feel the heat.

And with those wise words I must go to sleep.

The new issue of is up, and Willem shares with us a lovely painting of a tiger. She is gorgeous!