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

Saturday 25 in all probability.

I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about strange scary medical person

Bah!

The one in at the Soapbox page! I was just trying to be subtle!!!

I've just had an email from one of my old flatmates at college - He's going to be a daddy! This is very scary cos there are plenty of sharks in his gene pool, and we (his chums) were kind of hoping he wouldn't inflict them on an unsuspecting world...

Why Bah?

Scary - contemporaries having babies is very very very very scary.

Especially this contemporary! (A face like a smacked bottom)

I like that killer posting btw

Right, I'm off home, I have to phone my dad and try to explain why I forgot his birthday for the fifth year running....

Sweet dreams

you too, honey.

Watch out for other nylon substances! Could be nasty otherwise.

Cram me with eels I am in a bonkers mood this morning!

Too much coffee at breakfast?

no pure joie de vivre (sp?)

Just happy!

While you are in your happy mood, why don't you nip down to Cornwall and buy the Towers a Pony? They are selling them for less than 50p a foal (see Daily Mail).

You could keep it in the foyer.

it is very very sad. But with agriculture in its current parlous state, farmers cannot keep animals that don't have a viable end use. And please don't tell me you have never met a poor farmer, perhaps you would like to tell that to the family of my friend Dan who blew his brains out when the family dairy farm all but went under.



Adam - you don't read the Daily Mail do you??????

sorry - touchy subject.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pour cold water on your happy mood, I promise *hugs*

I agree with you completely - I have never met a *rich* farmer, only poor ones, and I was in no way implying that it is their fault that the ponies only cost 50p - that lies squarely with the government, the EEC and the collapse of the tin mining industry.

My roots are in the South Yorkshire working class colliery area - my grandparents and other close family are (were) all linked to the pits. There is a strong analogy between the coal and farming industries, and while I have little experience with farming, I can understand what the problems are.

I mentioned the ponies cos they looked so sweet in the paper, and I think the towers would look lovely with a nice pony clomping about the office. It was probably insensitive of me, and for that I sincerely apologize.

And yes, I read the Daily Mail in the mornings, cos the train is too cramped for a good broad-sheet, and the only other tabloids on sale at the staion are comics like the Sun & the Mirror, and Viz only comes out every couple of months.

The running joke in the office is about Daily Mail readers but as it is you, I think you are forgiven!

And no you didn't pour cold water on my mood, you weren't to know it was one of my flashpoints. And I know what you mean about the coal mining industry, one of my best mate's Dad worked in the Leicestershire / Derbyshire coal fields. Plus when I was in the Midlands team at HLF we spent a lot of time looking at coalfield areas regeneration schemes. Not that we could do much, which made me feel worse.

And you are right they do look cute and if I could buy them all I would!

Happy again I promise. I have to say the nicest thing about being at home is coming down in the morning and be greeted by bright eyes and a wagging tail. It always puts me in a good mood!

oo-er!

do you always go for the cheap shot?

Sorry, I'm in a very 'Carry-on' kind of mood today. I watched 'Mr. Jolly lives next door' last night, so my fart gag humour has resurfaced

charming! I take it you are the sort of man that can be taken into any social situation then!!!

A dry sherry with the Queen Mum (God bless her) or a can of Tenants Super with the pee-covered drunk sitting outside Peckham Satation - I can adapt to any social situation

How is your A&E experience?

Pretty good - I've not done a dedicated A&E job, but when I was doing hospital medicine, I used to be down there most of the time. Beirut, we used to lovingly call it.