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

Right, well, given that we're shooting the "Ladies of h2g2 In Chocolate 2004 Calendar", in the seems the best place to start. Quick as you can, it's starting to set.

*drags Luckyinto liquid and starts a wrestle match*


This should give them some interesting shots

too right!


hey! does my bum look big in this ?

*gape*


*completely forgets to get the camera*

Maybe we could do one of those desk calender things - 1 shot per day - and its a leap year - we'll need 366.

*startled back into action*
*grabs camera*
Well, obviously we'll have to examine all the pics in great detail in order to pick the best ones.
*click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click*

*chucks a at Galaxy Babe*

*misses and hits Ekki instead*

*falls down into the with a splash*



Oh, if you're interested, you can check out your appearance in the Male version at A949539

*four days later*
I've run out of film now. Better go and get some more. You two ladies can probably get out of there now, unless the has set, which could be a problem.

I think we can manage to eat our way out of the set

And if not, well that's the way I want to die - in a vat of the stuff (it is Belgian, right?)

Wasn't there a series of English kings who died in vats of Malmsey wine, of from surfeits of lamphreys and the like

Death By Chocolate-literally !
If I had the choice it'd definitely be Death By Rock N' Roll for me.

Yes - he was sealed into a vat of malmsey, but I can't remember who it was - he was forcibly stuffed into the vat - the surfeit of Lampreys was Edward I - I think....

Ooh, I've just received a letter.

*reads letter*
"Dear BBC, I wish to complain in the strongest possible terms about the blatant historical tone which has taken over this forum. Why oh why oh why can't we get back to good old fashioned values, a sense of moral responsibility, and naked ladies in a vat of melted chocolate? Yours sincerely, William Knickers."

The public has spoken, ladies and gentlemen.

Dear BBC

In light of the letter recently received from Mr W Knickers I can't help but add my cries of disgust, outrage and general disappointment at the lack of perverse, depraved and - quite frankly - downright saucy behaviour shown in the latter part of this thread.

As a veteran of 15 minor skirmishes, 1/2 a dozen ultimately irrelevant and childish disputes and a small argument over which of Charlie Dimmocks nipples had featured in the 1998 remake of Cecil B De Mille's often over-looked classic, "Don't Look Now But Your Bottom's On Fire", I find the flagrant disinterest in all manner of things naked and chocolate coated quite unfathomable. I didn't almost but not quite endanger my well-being only for the youth of today to turn into a bunch of lily-livered softies ...

Enough History. Enough high-brow chat on the merits of existentialism in genetic splicing ... I - and I think I speak on the part of the licence fee paying public - demand scantily clad females covered in melted chocolate - is that too much to ask?

Outraged as ever

I M Outraged

Quite right too.

Hands up all those who think that Dr EV and IM Outraged are in fact the same researcher

Teehee!

Nope.

Dear BBC;
I'm outraged that someone could accuse my friend and collegue Dr E.Vibenstein of such fraudery.

In all the days I have had the priveledge of working alongside the good Dr as his sound technician I have always been impressed by his ability to persuade a young lady to adopt a more revealing pose. His gift for blackmail and extortion is quite literally the talk of my club most nights. Though more properly it is a war-hammer and not a club. That someone should stoop to hurl this type of abuse at a fellow professional causes me indescribable pain. Were it not for the delightful snaps contributed by the young lady in question, several of which have now become rather dog-eared, I would be oblidged to rescind my license fee.

Yours in High Dudgeon; etc.

There, you see? I think an apology is in order.

I fall on my knees, grovel in abject supplication and beg for your forgiveness.

Anything I can do for you while I'm here?