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

0 days to go. Because it's not gonna happen. the show has been canceled due to 'unforeseen filming commitments'.

Traveller in Time on reading
" Not even an alternative performance ? "

Snailie?
It's not happening... at all...

But I do hope they reschedule!

Oops: my big grin was a response to the last post on the previous page.

I'm so sorry to hear it's not happening! You've bought a ticket and everything, haven't you? That's harsh. And very unprofessional of them.

I think my only hope is that someone returns their tickets for the Sunday show. I look into that tomorrow.

Traveller in Time linking through
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I'll phone the Brighton Centre in a couple of hours - see if there any chance of tickets for Sunday.
Then I have to buy some trainers, gonna be doing some work in the gym. And, I'll see if there anything I'm interested in on at the cinny.

Gym!

I haven't been in weeks... Maybe next week?

Go easy, don't try to be brave, just do what feels OK, and maybe the experience isn't bad enough to keep you away the next time. I know for me, that is the key - do it to my little level, not the semi professional level. Anything is better than nothing, I keep telling myself.

I went to a gym once. I was looking for a toilet at the time.

Traveller in Time in his basement
"There is a new Gym next to my w**k. And a huge parking problem since.

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Well I put ten stone on with the Zyprexa. Just why a consultant would give Zyprexa to someone with binge eating disorder still escapes me. I need to get it off. I'm now as fat as used to think I was when I was ten stone lighter. Back then I did three hour circuits on my rare visits to the gym, rare because I was in the process of developing agoraphobia and visits at all because I paid more than 400 quid for membership.
Got most of my exercise chasing | over the weald.
How many can say they have had their arm upto the elbow inside a ewes most intimate bits and for not to be a confession of dodgy sexual escapades on a rugby tour?
I've got an exercise bike - I hang my leather overcoat on it. Still, do some structured exercise at the gym and hopefully I catch the brain chemical addiction thing and get a resting heartbeat so low that if I was hit by car they get the electrodes out rather than the current thinking I'm gonna have a real heart attack after 2 minutes after moving at a pass that those african land snails of the Snailrinds' m ight call a meander.
Bought some reeboks and some three-quarter length track bottoms, I'm sure by the end of the next ten weeks the latter may just about have started to fit.

Ah, the joys of exercise!


I've had my arm inside a cow's back end. Do that still entitle me to join the dodgy farming freak's club?

I had my arm up and the odd Welsh to get lambs and foals with no sense of direction out, incase anyone's a little unclear on that.
Sure you can join our exclusive club. You had a pet moo didn't you? [Excuse my memory, I honestly wonder sometimes if those years living near the Long Man surrounded by fields owned by an Agribusiness git who put more pesticide on his rape than those field got rain has damaged my brain - then I remember that my longest running self-harm method is headbanging, with an actual wall].

I didn't have a pet one, but I've worked on farms a lot. I've done some lambing, too, but never stuck my hand inside a sheep; I tended to be more on the resuscitating end of things. I've swung many a lamb to get it breathing.

I just got back from watching The Mighty Boosh live. Oh how we laughed.

It worked out!

Tell us when you're ready!

Traveller in Time on his head
"Glad you have made it "

How did it happen?

When I rang the Brighton Centre on Friday they apparently didn't have any seats left, no returns, nothing. Called Saturday still no returns just some seats with an obscured view... but when I put through to the guy who was gonna take my booking they actually had several seats in the west and east balconies... These had been made available after the cancelation of the Tuesday show.
So I went down on Sunday to return my old tickets and get new ones for that evening.
They were a fair way from the stage, unlike my ones for Tuesday which were right in front of the stage, but were actually closer than the ones at the rear of the stand in the main hall and since no-one was sitting to my left I could sit and angle in my seat with a clear view of the happenings on stage without getting a crick in my neck.
I spent £40 on merchandise in the foyer - two tees for 15 quid each, one a live tour souvenir both of which I'll need to lose some tonnage to get into. A monkey-face pin for a mad 6 quid and a little badge set for 4 quid. Add that to the 21.50 for my ticket and the extortionate prices of food and drink and now my wallet is lighter.

The show was a good laugh. The Mighty Boosh team have a real rapor with the audience, I wouldn't know where to start giving an account of the show itself. There was spitting, pissing and bunny-bumming. Not to mention Stump-ing.