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

Goody goody goody
Nice red?
Nice meal?
Me had 2 glasses of white (like drinking at 11am for me!)

Spanish - Marino. Special offer from that well known Greek supermarket TesCos.
Breakfast together, late night drinking together. People will talk.

Let them, I say.
More pics up, and please try not to laugh too hard this time! http://www.geocities.com/demon_drawer/Scottishmeetup.html

Let them I say too then. (not the one with the h2g2 neighbour!)
Is it just my eyes or do you appear to have 3 hands in one pic?

Unfortunately Zaphod Beeblebrox I am not. So one of them ain't mine.
I will be off in about 15-20. Sleeep debt to catch up on.
You?

Away here soon too. Nice to start and finish the day with you.
X
D

You too
X
J
PS We must stop meeting like this (just incase anyone else is reading this )

LOL It's no use trying to kick over the traces now. "If you're in a hole, stop digging" as they say.
Good night OXOXOXOXOXO for you.
D

Oh well fair enough
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For you too!
Sleep well sweet maiden, for I am off to battle Dragons in the morning, but I shall vanquish them and come back safe, for I wear a token of your trust on my lance arm, that will make it strong and true. Fear not. I shall return triumphant!
Fare thee well.
X
J

*Swoon*

*places Lady C on a bed covered in rose petals, then leaves and mounts his trusty steed, with a wave to the castle, he daparts at a gallop*
Night
X
J

*The soft sound of a sigh can be heard from the sleeping figure*
"My hero."
X
D

*the sunlight shines through the window, bathing the sleeping maiden in a golden glow, motes of dust dance lightly stirred by a soft breeze that carries sweet fragrances in the air. Birdsong lilts softly, like a serenade. If you listened carefully, you might just catch the sound of distant battle, but generally this is masked by the birdsong. She sleeps on, a small smile on her lips.*
Tomorrow.
X
J

Something causes her to stir briefly, but she does not open her sunkissed eyes. It might be the sweet perfumed air, or the melodic birdsong. Perhaps the sounds of distant battle that the gallant sire is fighting.
Rolling over on the huge bed, she reaches out for an armful of petals. Drawing them in close to her, she buries her head amongst their softness. She takes one, long, deep breath, sighs again, then falls into silent slumber once more.
She dreams of the battle.

The Battle rages on for it's second day, the opponents as etiquette demands, acknowledge each others tiredness and agree on resting now and again, for this is a battle of respect for each others prowesss, which trancends the age old Knight versus Dragon. But there must be a winner and a loser, and so the battle wages on.
He, the Knight, is in awe of his opponent. This has been his worst and yet, his best battle ever fought. The Dragon is magnificent in his speed and grace and always seems to parry the good Knights lance and sword thrusts. Only 3 attacks have struck home, but they have hampered the dragon slightly. One wing is damaged and hangs limply by his side.
The dragon is amazed at the Knights stamina and vigour in battle, never before has a hu-man fought so bravely and so well. The dragon is uncertain as to whom the victory will fall. A new experience for which the dragon both thanks and despises the Knight for giving him.
The Knight is not without battlescars himself, a deep gouge on his hip where the Dragons claw ripped through armour and bit deep into the flesh, like a dagger through butter. The wound has stopped bleeding, though much blood has been lost. What keeps the hu-man going, the dragon thinks. The Knight knows what keeps him going, and his thoughts turn to the maiden asleep on the rose petal bed, the need to return to her victorious, spurring him on in his struggle to win.
The Dragon pulls back a touch and lets out a heavy breath of steam. The Knight acknowledges and pulls his attack.
They rest.
For now.

In her sleep the maiden cries out, and feels a sharp pain. She shakes her head, scattering some petals and releasing their fragrance. Still she does not awaken, but continues with the dream. There is a worried frown on her sleeping face.