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

Ach! So you escaped without any of those poorly reproduced postcards...

Sorry, came in the middle of a story there. Interviewing for what?

Yes, there are some truly awful postcards on the IOW. As we were only there five days and with family, I didn't think of sending any.

Interviewed for a School Travel Plan Co-ordinator - someone to work with schools to encourage people to walk, cycle (if appropriate), use the bus etc to get children to school instead of going by car. Funnily enough, we chose the person whose interview was disrupted by the fire drill - she had to troop down the stairs and back up again half an hour later.

You might be interested in an entry I have just put into PR on Brownies. <./>A731513</.>

See what you think.

You wanna try that again? The shortcut doesn't work.

That sounds like a good plan.
I used to walk my kid to school and there was no one else doing it.
On the Spring Break I walked my kid to the library and we were alone.

Try <./>A730513</.> - oops!

Ouch! That entry!
I just had most of my teeth pulled!
I'm not thinking about chocolate for awhile...

Ouch, oww, ow! Sympathies!

My dad has only one real tooth left in his head. Little 'un was given two boiled sweet type lollies from school the other day and gave one to a little girl saying that it could rot her teeth and not his. I was quite pleased. (although the ploy was to be allowed to keep one lollie, which hd did)

Funnily enough, when I was little and had teeth out (the dentist took out my molars and I remember having five out at the same time), my mum used to serve us 'pobbies' - bread and sugar soaked in warm milk. Not very healthy, really, when you come to think about it!

"Pobbies" I'll have to remember that. My spousal unit has been serving a variation "French Toast" bread fried in milk and egg and sugar!

I am struggling along with punishing things against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Fortunately, my tonuge is quite strong, for reasons that my spousal unit would be able to explain to you.

I've normally fried the French toast, although I don't think I've included sugar in it. Presumably you do as well.

Coddled egg is also good. Presumably you're also existing on soups?

How many teeth did you have out?

I believe somewhere around fifteen.
The upper jaw is clean now and the lower only has ten in the middle.

Oh - no wonder you're . I remember how I felt around 10 or 11 when I had five out. My mum promised me ice cream afterwards (or it could have been chocolate), but, do you know - I couldn't eat it, so she saved her money.

Have some .

I've been sucking on Earl Grey until I'm sick of it. They won't let me have coffee.
I am not allowed soda.
I got some Spicy V8 but everything tastes different, now.
Maybe it is the medication.
The junk they got me on right now just gets me stoned. Like a coma.
I'm aware of everything but I can't react. I can't go to sleep without reliving every stupid thing I have ever done. Which can take awhile.

Oh, I do sympathise! I remember having one out and it bleeding allo over my pillow for a couple of days. Did you have to have stitches?

Whe I read your reply a couple of days ago, I was reminded of one of the heroes from the 'Discworld' books - can't remember his name - sort of Conan the Barbarian character, who was looked after by a oung woman. He existed on 'shoup' as due to all his fighting, he'd lost most of his teeth.

When do you expect to be off medication and back to normal?

Did I tell you about my George Formby Senior Entry <./>A735013</.>? It might be your kind of thing.

Well, no, I don't sound like Sir Sean Connery when I talk. I learned to communicate rather well with very few teeth in front over the years.

Yes, I had stitches all over the place.

They removed most of them the other day.

I didn't take any medication yesterday and now I have the ears of a bat. I can hear everything in the neighborhood.

I've never heard of the Wigan Youth Jazz Orchestra...

I do know who Roy Kinnear is...

I don't remember how short the tuberculosis contagion period is...
But I would have thought that TB was common enough for someone to have suggested a cure to him... Of course, by then, he would have been too busy...or he would have worried that it would have lost him bookings...

You've heard of Roy Kinnear! I am impressed.

I don't know whether they had a cure for TB when George Formby Senior was alive? It's perfectly possible that he didn't know that he had it.

There's a lovely folk group called The Oldham Tinkers, who sing about John Willie, one of GFS's creations. Unfortunately, there don't appear to be any links to them, apart from passing references to festivals they've sung at. Mind you, I'm not sure whether they are still going these days. I have several of their records and they have a gentle humorous (that spelling doesn't look right to me, but nor did the alternative - humourous) style.

Are you being fitted up for false teeth/dentures? Are you pain-free yet? Did you know that the Elizabethans had false teeth made of wood? (I think)

I'm off the pain medication.
That doesn't mean there isn't any pain, just that I refuse to be stoned without reason.
I have to wait four to six weeks for the gums to heal before they start sculpting the gums so they can put in falsies.

Yes, the history of false teeth is fascinating. They've been made of many things. Some of which I will tell you when I can remember where I put the link.

I spent the afternoon reading about female race car drivers and pilots.

The Hon. Mrs. Victor Bruce is a prime example. Her name was Mildred.

Gwenda Stewart.

Kay Petre

Intrepid souls.

When I was younger I desperately wanted to be a pilot. I was a Biggles fan (and von Richtofen) - Amy Johnson, Sheila Scott, Amelia Erhardt and later Antoine de St Exupery. Donald and Malcolm Campbell as far as fast cars were concerned and now later Gina Campbell.

I saw Donald Campbell's 'Bluebird' on Coniston water a couple of months before he was killed in the accident, so he's always had a special interest.

There's a woman at Quaker meeting called Mildred. It's a wonderfully old-fashioned name now. I know someone called Eldred. He's the only person of that name I know.

Oh yes, someone got me a flying lesson for one of my birthdays - it was the most brilliant present I've ever had.