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

What Ho, I just read your post at non-sequiturs about dogs being poor sonar operators. You look like the kind of person that the "Chap's Club" is crying out for. I've not been down there at all often recently - the old lumbago's been givin' me grief - but I'm sure this will serve as an invite. Get over and swap a few war stories with me old mates Red Dog, Lurcher et al! I'd leave you m' card, but I can't seem to find my bally wallet....



Squabbling Bleeder Bassman (K.F.S. D.F.C. N.F.I. and Bar)

Here we go, I knew I'd find a calling card if I looked long and hard.... http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/classic/F75930?thread=157452 Just popped over to the Chap's Club - it looks a little deserted, maybe we can entice a few of the old boys back if we set a new fire in the hearth and crack open a bottle of McLurchers.... Squabbling Bleeder Bassman (Retired)

Tally-ho!

I've been in there for a drink. Everyone was asleep!

Nice fireplace, though.

It's not as clean as it used to be when Old Scrotum was tasked with licking it clean every morning. That wasn't a pretty sight mind. He used to take his teeth out and leave them on the desk by the ante room door. One of the chaps would regularly come down for brekkers a little worse for the previous night's "festivities", a bit bleary eyed and scoop the set up with his copy of the times. The last thing you needed when you were a bit hung-over, was to have Scrotum dribbling on you, fiddling about in yer lap, looking for his dentures.

Hurrrruuuummmmpppphhhh



Squabbling Bleeder Bassman (K.F.S. D.F.C. N.F.I. and Bar)