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

A ? I could do with chatting with someone...I'm going to fall asleep otherwise!

There you go...

Morning!

What's the 'Day 18' in your name for then?

Ta hun *sips *



Day 18 of not smoking......

Good luck... I've given up counting how many times I've 'tried' to stop

Anyway...

***pulls out a psychiatrists couch from a dark corner of the conversation thread**

**looks over the top of his glasses**

So, take a seat my dear and tell me all your problems!







Oops, sorry, thought this was a professional conversation

**leans over and turns of the taxi meter that was rapidly clicking up a massive sum**

At least you put a on my face...that's quite difficult to do at this time of the morning!!!




Ah well - I "have" to make it work soon. My "blood" father has died of lung cancer, so this will in turn increase my risk of getting it.




This is nice...what brand is it?

French coffee... don't drink too much of it or you'll still be wide awake in 48 hours time


Can't be nice to loose someone like that... I imagine it's a pretty effective kick up the backside for you to give up though.

I didn't have much to do with him since I was about 9 or 10....I'm 28 now.

Yeah, it's sad, coz I know I won't be able to see him now, but, I don't have that opportunity.

I'm not worried about what happened to him, it's what is happening to me (or possibly) that I'm worried about. Dr Jeckal and Mr Hyde (is that how you spell their names)....anyway - thats me!




I came over here for a bit of light entertainment and look what I've turned the conversation into!!!!!! I ALWAYS do that!

That's all right, I'm sure I can drag the conversation back down to gutter level again if you really want me too!


**In his best dirty old-man voice**

Hmm, 28 you say... come over here little girl and sit down beside your uncle whisky...




I do that a bit _too_ well I think

You don't give anything away about yourself do you.


Tell me a little of yourself (bearing in mind the fact that I have now "officially" started work and may not be able to reply straight away!)

You want me to be serious????
Gee! This is going to be tough...

(Oh and don't worry about not replying straight away - I'm at work too... well I'm supposed to be working, but to be honest chatting you up is better than what I'm doing at the moment....)

I meant "chatting with you", honestly!

Hmm, me?...

I've spent the last 6 years in France... prior to that I've lived in about 12 different places around the UK... I run an old MG, I own a very old Norton Model 50 (but strangely enough haven't passed a bike test ) currently live in a rabbit hutch of a flat coz property prices in this city are almost as bad as London and am a workaholic... (at least that's my excuse for not having a life )

Chatting me up eh.....you don't even know what I look like! I could be a 20 stone monster for all you know asking if my bum looks big in this.


I have a Virago 535....luurrrvely bike it is.. (but now put away for the winter)

We're house hunting right now....got £150,000 to play around with (although I must admit that I do need a new wardrobe so perhaps the money could be better spent there instead ).


I've always thought of you as someone who belongs in a "click" and you have your own little group of friends.....unfair of me to think that to be honest, but 99% of the people I've spoken to on hootoo are wonderful....it's as if the attitudes of other people rub off on you.

Roll on lunch. I'm starving!!!!!!!

Hmm, you're probably right in a way (if you're talking about hootoo)... I do tend to end up in conversations with the same bunch of people all the time - mainly coz I'm too lazy to go out looking for new conversations considering the number I'm already subscribed too...



The Virago's a great looking bike... but I must admit I've a quirky love for my Norton... 350 engine, single cylinder 4-stroke - a kickstart that tends to throw you 6 feet in the air (it's got a very dodgy manual decompression lever on the handlebars and if you get it wrong the kickstart pedal springs back up at you ) - the brakes are that bad you need to be a psychic to guess when you should start braking (oh look, there's a set of traffic lights coming up in 2 or three days time - better start slowing down now!), it weighs a tonne! and the thing only does around 90 mph flat out - it doesn't actually need a rev counter being a single cylinder four stroke, you can sit there with a stopwatch and manually count the 'thumps' to figure out how fast the motor's going ...


Good luck with the househunting - personally, I'd spend it all on bikes/cars/clothes etc... it'd be a whole lot less stressful

What would 150000 actually get you in the UK nowadays... around here it'd probably buy you a 2 or 3 bedroom flat in a decent appartment block (nobody lives in houses in this city - if you want a house you've got to look outside the city).

I do that on hootoo as well - sometimes it feels as if you're intruding on someones private conversation.....I usually stay away from people I don't know, but being a candidate for becoming an ACE, I thought I'd better spread my wings!

As for motorbikes...this is my third one. My first bike used to do the same thing as your's with the kick start...dropped it a few times. It was an old S Reg XS250......the brakes ceased on me on the way home once....I could just about get to my village using 3rd gear....parked it up and started to walk home.

on my way home, I saw a motorbike up someones driveway. So I knocked on the door.......you wouldn't believe how many fella's came out the house to help me! (Even gave me a lift home on the back of one of their bikes too!)

They told me to come back in an hour or so and when I got there, they had stripped the bike down and re-built it to make sure nothing else was wrong! Ended up joining their bike club and made loads of new friend in the village.

My second bike was an Eliminator 400. Brilliant little bike - an import from America. Only got rid because we had the money to buy a Virago brand new for me.

£150,000 "should" get us a 3 bed semi or detached house with a garage if we go slightly into North Wales At the moment, we have a 1 bed mid row town house....all we want really is a second bedroom and a garage...we're not greedy. The house is worth about £80,000 so hopefully the equity in this house will be the deposit for the next house

I wanna big house!!!

Now living in a minute flat which is far too small for the 1 1/2 people who live there (me and a five year old when he's not with his mum)...

The Norton's the only bike I've ever actually owned... was visiting a friend's brother one day, we wandered into his garage and it was sat in a corner gathering dust - he complained he didn't have the time or money to do it up again (it hadn't been riden in ten years) so he sold it to me, I did it up, rode it around the lake district where I lived - just never got round to taking my test... (not many police around the middle of the lake district anyway )... It's now languishing in a garage in England... one day I'll have to pass my test - take a couple of weeks holiday and drive it down here to France... it'll be great up in the alps in summer!

I must admit to not riding very far on my bike. I tend to get scared on roads I don't know. I'm not a very confident rider. I've had quite a few close calls, including one car over taking me in a 30mph road and he clipped my mirror on the right hand side and it moved out of position.

When I got to my sisters house, I told her husband what had happened and he checked it over for me to make sure all was OK.

What I failed to realise was, if the mirror hadn't have moved, it would have moved my handle bars and I could have been sliding down the road on my backside.....or worse!

Only had one narrow escape like that... riding on the back of a friend's bike one night at around three in the morning And not doing 30 mph either... a black cab pulled out into the road in front of us - forcing us into the middle of the road - where another car was heading straight towards us... I just closed my eyes and started praying - my friend - who thankfully knew what he was doing - managed to get the bike through the gap between the two cars - the front end of the taxi actually knocked my foot off the peg and, as we found out later, stripped the rubber off the end of the peg itself... if it had been an inch further it would have caught the metal of the footpeg itself and probably sent us head first into the other car

What are the chances of finding 1 car at that time of the morning, never mind 2 just at the time you didn't want them!!

Especially a Taxi... Let's face it, if I'd really needed a taxi there wouldn't have been one within ten miles

Or a bus! There is only 1 bus I can get home and sometimes it doesn't turn up!!!

Hence I have to ring my darling daddy to come from his house, pick me up, take me to my house, then he can go home

Think I'd have trouble with that one... mine would have a 800 mile journey just to pick me up... he might not be in a very good mood when he got here