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

I enjoyed the lady with the Spirit Guide. But I decline to follow her advice.

I once knew this guy called Chester, who lost all his money in a poker game in a city named Winchester, which he always thought was rather ironic.

Win or lose, I'm on my journey, he said.

Which isn't relevant to anything, and not even true, but has vague links with another life which I spent peacefully in Paraguay. Very vague.

Darrel!

(searches for crumpled map of a town named Imagination)

She comes from Carefree Arizona! Seriously!

I love her. I think she's my Aunty.



This is a very strange event. Am I in the right journal? Yes? Was it always like this, before I became imaginary?

ParaGuay

Excuse me, sir (peers at name tag) Phred Firecloud. Have you seen an Imaginary Spirit guide named Darrel wandering about around here?

I was wandering in the desert...forgot how many days...looking for my imagination...then I had the vision...like a diamond to the center of the brain...I'd share it here but your human languages don't have the words...however...

here's the answer in Klingon loSmaH cha' jIH

I bumped into him...he asked me to translate 42 into Klingon...hope klingons have ten tentacles.

I see. Ah, OK, so I asume he's not at the bus station then. Well erm.. thanks

I spent my vacation deleting old H2G2 friends...in the end, only three remained active...then I started adding friends randomly hoping to have more random interesting journals end up n my conversation feed.

I hope that's not an etiquette breach, but if so I'm capable of much worse....and it's paying off...I know not to leave the door open for birds to fly in...

Imaginary Darrel!

A diamond in the centre of the brain? That is awesome poetic.

Will you go to the bus station please, so that I can say see you later at the bus station? and sound all interesting and mysterious, even though you might not take me on a journey on a bus to the place of souvenir stands?

That might be for the better of course because you'd speak Klingon all the way there and drive me nuts.

Darrell texted back that he was headed for the imaginary Key West Bus station. It has homemade key lime ice cream an souvenir Earnest Heminghat Head beer mugs. He said no rush...he's stopping at the Flying Monkey Pub...

Ah! Thanks! I'm here now. I love this bus station! It has everything I need.

I might actually live here, eating homemade lime ice cream, in the shade of the souvenir stand.

The journey begins and ends at the bus station. I like it.

I'll wait till he exits the Flying Monkey then tell him my realisation.

He did in fact txt me earlier to ask where the bus station was. I sent him to the other one on 42nd St, just beyond the Diamond Pizza Place where my friend met a mysterious lady named Margherita, who turned out to be her spirit guide.

Luckily you put him right because I'm not sure if the 42nd St bus station actually exists any more.

Key West is 180 Nautical miles South-Southwest of the Sunshine Skyway at the mouth of Tampa Bay. Panfilo de Narvaez sailed into Tampa Bay looking for gold in 1528. The fishing was phenomenal.

Darrell appears to be taken by the ambiance of the Flying Monkey Pub...once I came here to Sin City with four friends. They gave me their cash and made me the treasurer...I sort of blacked out and came up about $400 short of what I could remember paying for...My code required me to make it up, but then I resigned...

In addition to the bird flying in and out of my house, the wristwatch I ordered from Amazon arrived today. I checked the time an hour later and saw that the watch had not changed time. So I dug out the instructions and tried to make sense of things. I was supposed to push the little knob in to start the second hand moving. So I did, and it did.

it's a strange world we live in. I can't even remember to do simple things like that.

Look...I don't know how to say this, but...you're sort of a posh English person...and...despite what they say about Prince Andrew...Posh Englishpersons may be taken aback by the general air of debauchery and nudity in Key West...

Tomorrow is Fantasy Fest...be thinking about your costume... Genital nudity is against the rules but the police look the other way in the name of good times...

http://thefirecloudreport.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-fantasy-zone.html

Watch out for feral chickens..

I'm not an Englishman. I'm not generally posh. Genital nudity, if it happens at all, is likely to be accidental or at least tolerated because no one will see me.

I personally prefer something more modest in attire....just explaining the actual local customs...one doesn't want to be caught flat-footed, what?... Pictures might get back to the queen...this monkey poop is hard to comb out of my hair... I have to go to the bus station...To learn what CC is up to now...

Ok group...set up for video over where the bus will stop in slot seven. Park the Ducatis over behind that building to set up for the limo chase. Ask the guys in the sat-link truck to go get some coffee and burgers...the shots will be gold if she's really coming...get that strange drunk with the monkey-poop in his hair out of here!

Me?? A posh English person?

Actually, I am. I'm a posh English naturist.

I just lost all my smileys on my phone. Had to turn off my laptop because it was whirring and about to explode. .I think its the company its keeping. Hohohoho

Oh waitthey're back.

Oh no! The Key West Fantasy Fest. I remember this from your blog.

Perhaps I won't live in the bus station.