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

....here!

Nothing whatsoever - does that make me an outsider?

Well no, cos you are inside now.

Aha - I see. So why was my painting effort described as "outsider art" then?

Well, were you outside when you painted it?

No - but the subject was. Dashed hard to bring the Wicklow mountains inside in order to paint them...as I believe a man called Mohammed discovered many a year ago.

P.S. Sorry to muck up this thread - what was _supposed_ to go here?

Aaah, but you could have used a tarpaulin.

Insider info was meant to go here of course!

Hi - looks like I missed a lot.

Hmmm...I *dated* a medic once (don't you love that term? Makes it sound cute and teeny rather than soul-destroying and, frankly, rather messy (and he smelt faintly of formaldehyde on several occasions))
-sigh- but that was a long long time ago.

My point being, if he's anything to go by..my teeth are curling as I speak. I'm never being ill again.

Sorry, you were saying?

So - the scent of formaldehyde does nothing for you then?
*Shelves plans for rip-off formaldehyde based perfume called "Decay NY"*

Strangely enough, I don't like my men pickled. (Though I'm sure in this crazy, crazy world you'll find plenty of women who do - it'll have to be a niche product.)
Pickled in alcohol's not quite so bad (or so long-lasting, smell wise)

I know very few people who aren't pickled.

You must have some very interesting friends, then

You know how it is - doctors and alcohol go together hand in hand.

I know indeed.
So where are you doctoring at the moment, Mr Bean?

I'm down in sunny London, at the Royal Free Hospital. It is a shithole of the highest order, and no mistake. If you see any nice jobs doing anything anywhere for any amount of money let me know - I'm getting desperate to leave!

Anywhere for any amount of money? Well, there's a sign up in the Carnaby St body shop advertising for "Christmas Stars" - but you're probably over-qualified...

Don't know ROyal free hosp. Only london ones I know are the Whittington (coz me mum works there) and St Georges (only too well..) Where's that one? Northy or southy?

My poem never made it to the Post page - I sent it to Greebo, but I think she must have eaten it or something. She also hasn't answered any of my "where's my poem" postings/emails. I think I'm forming a conspiracy theory here....

Duh Duh DUUUUUHHHHHHHH!

etc

Pink

Its North - In Hamstead, and it sucks.
I used to work at Barts in the City, which doesn't suck at all - lots of lovely people, and a big fountain you can sit next to and have your lunch.

I know St. Georges well too - I have the misfortune to live quite near it, and I have had a few dealings with the gynae and the cardiology depts (both of which are rubbish IMHO).

I like the sound of the Xmas star job <---see!

Oh, and re GTC and your pome - I'll have Greebo spayed for you if you want.

s'ok Poor greebs - u a vet now, huh? - I forgave her coz she emailed me and made me feel a fool for being so paranoid. Which was nice.

Um.

Why Wonky Mungbean? I know it's rude, but I just have to ask.

So any information could go here? Just as long as you're inside when you give it? Or is that information pertaining to things that might be inside? Or if it has the word 'inside' somewhere in it? Would that do?