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

Found the WOMAD tickets! Phew.

Hey Mate, Shame I can't follow my own advice!

Don't forget, I am only a text / e-mail / call away, Oh! and a tube journey, and I can remember where the Shakespeare is now!

I'm sure, between us, we can get you sorted...

Then we can work on me.

As you are younger, it shouldn't take that long!

On second thoughts, you lived in Margate...

Let's revise that!!!

Know of a good shrink that's cheap???





MMF

I'm just at the other end of a phone too..

I'm hundreds of miles away.

But hey .... you know roughly where I am if you follow Moonhogg's directions (I'm quite near the green arrow).

Oi!! You've got my number too

Mate, if I were in London we'd go for a pint. But we're not so we have to do this online.

We've only met once, but you're a witty, erudite and bang-up bloke. Your problem as I see it, not that it is a problem, is that you're too sensitive.

Come on man, you've seen, done and experienced things that many here can only imagine. Glastonbury! 2legs' thong! Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion!

I envy your ability to just decide to shoot off to the other end of the country on a whim, to conjure up a song from nothing, your ability to unsub

Seriously mate, if it ever helps to just talk, give me a call. (During the day. I switch the darned thing off at night)

Follow the Hoggster's directions? Crikey, just exactly how foolhardy do you think I am?

BTW: I have cheered up considerably but know this will change. At the moment I'm up and down more than 2legs's thong.

I've got to get all that junk off the bed at some point. Oh, the joys of being in a room that's being sporadically redecorated.

Ooh, SWL, you popped up when I wasn't looking!

Thanks for that (and thanks to the rest of ya').

Actually, I think that writing a tune or two would probably help somewhat. IN fact I think my recent slackness in that area has been a contributory factor: I've been sitting here on the internet all night while surrounded by guitars and thinking 'I really should write something' but never actually doing anything about it. Off my arse I must get.

It's only a room Roymondo - I've been redecorating the house spoaradically for over 2 years.

Ah, but this was stealth decorating! I knew CUP was going to redecorate the room while I was at Glasto but assumed it would be done before I got back (it's not a very big room!) Turns out I was wrong, and I've got so much junk (five guitars and a banjo don't help) that it's all a bit of a logistical nightmare.

So long as you have the bed cleared by bedtime.


Are you still flat-hunting or have you got sorted

It's the banjo that's making the room untidy !!

Once a banjo enters a room, the room's gut expands, it sprouts stubble, farts noisily and mutters "Aaaaar" when you're not paying attention.

Banish the Devil's Didgeridoo instantly and your room will be transformed!

Got the flat sorted, moving on July 10th. It's a small studio (ish - shared shower & loo) but all bills included (as they should be at £520/m) and it's got a...

















...GAS COOKER!


And a washing machine.

I can't banish Balthazar!

You'd think the boyo would have waited until you moved to do the decorating - not as if it's an age away, just a couple more weeks.

Keep the banjo - everybody needs a friend like that.

A gas cooker?

What are you going to do with that?

Apart from warm the crown jewels!!!

MMF

Nobody needs a friend with 5 strings. It's........unnatural.

Someone on the Glastonbury forums just posted this picture that they took at he Jazz World stage while waiting for Amy 'Have you got a bigger glass?' Whinehouse on Saturday night.

http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f3/SpikeBmth/Glasto%20stuff/DSCN1143.jpg

It is now on my desktop and gave me goosebumps (I was walking past Kasabian on the way to the same field when that was taken. Yes, I'd rather have seen Kasabian, but this is what happens when your posse is at the behest of your mate's missus.)

The five strings are incidental, it's the stubbly, farting, aaaaaring friend everyone needs.

Ooh! They posted this one too!

http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o196/localnotail/Glastonbury%202007%20-%20a%20bit%20random/g2007047.jpg

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

So the Tibetan prayer flags kept the bad elements away, and friends are advising you 'four knobs good, five knobs bad...'

Hey mate... Five knobs will always beat four knobs...

Take that from someone who has dragged more horsehair over catgut than a certain footballer has dragged his famed coiuffer over his bald pate!



MMF