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

Monday. I didn't go to bed. I'm waiting for Sean and his curious friend to come on. I'm listening to Movements. I like the piece. But I need to stop writing for unaccompanied solo instrument and write something for flute and piano for Honeybadger to play when she has got her flute and perhaps I shall be able to play the piano part. Honeybadger likes Movements. This is what I sent you in my first packet, darling.

I'll try to think of something for flute and piano.

Flute and piano. Beginning slowly and gravely. Low piano chords, a sequence, an initial statement. Behold the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom, and to depart from evil, that is understanding.

So, to leave the Bulbouss ones, that's understanding.

don't tempt God, or tease him; just seek him.

true, Angus, you're right. You are quite right. Thank you.

Time to burn, apparently. Well if Sean isn't there then I don't want to listen. Wally on his own just isn't the same.

I'm sending Francesca a packet with everything in: all my booklets, a copy of Words, not Starlings, cos they're no good, but perhaps the Triptych; and I'm going to make a book out of the tracts I've done so far and print them like all the other booklets. (O'Donel having the rudeness to describe Words as a 'booklet' and his face contorted with envy when he read in it.)

I'm sending Francesca a bundle of booklets including everything I've written and hoping that she will enjoy it. I was considering going to Amerika after Israel but I don't think so. It's just more expense and I want to get back to oversee the installation of a new shower and floor and the conversion of the guest room into a Boudoir and Bedroom.

I'll need to buy a new old wooden wardrobe and but I have 2 kelims which I can use and I'll need a bookcase and a little bedside table samt drawer and lampage and also get an electrician in to install a new ceiling hanging lamp and he can see to the drawing room lighting and also I'll need wallpapering in the new Boudoir and my bedroom too, and painting the ceiling of my bedroom too too.

the radio in the Boudoir can go on the bedside table. I'll need a lampage and perhaps a new Standard Lamp for the corner where the chair will be.

Paintage of the Boudoir ceiling too.

At some stage I'll have to think of what to put on the ceiling of my den, perhaps a hanging lamp, but it mustn't get in the way of the screeeen.

It's half past eight and I've got to go to find a silversmith in cape Town since I don't want to go back to Stellenbosch because they might capture me and mind control me, and frankly, I've had it with the Bulbous.

It's half past two; I've slept since nine. I'm not feeling altogether very good. I shan't go out today. I'll take the day off.

Anyway, let's see what's going on in the world of the Internet. My world, really; I don't have much to do with the so-called "Real World", although I am told that I have played a central part in world affairs since the age of 17. I have no recollection or awareness of this, which leaves me conflicted and indignant at the people who wrecked my life, thinking their delusional vision of the world more important than human lives, ready to sacrifice six million Jews for their mind control techniques.

Prokofiev had a wee gambling problem apparently... when he returned to the Soviet Union it was partly because he was in financial schtuck.

Male estate agents tend to be rude. Why is this? Answers on a postcard please.

Got ready to go out, but realised just as I had put on my jumper, that I wasn't in the right frame of mind, to go out. Doc, I need those pills if I'm to have anything even remotely resembling a normal life.

I've got to get out of here.

And indeed, I'm going up to Jo'burg probably tomorrow, I cannot endure another day here. It's too much, disembodied voices