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

A conversation among the UG workers has highlighted the need for a Boots Fan Club.

So here it is.

Sign up and post outrageously flattering comments about useless hound in this thread if you please.

Thank you.

- Self appointed chair-fish

Toldja Boots

Oh Lordy! You're all completely barking you know that? Old dog preservation society more like.
thanks chaps.
take care
boots

I am delighted to join your fan club, boots. You certainly deserve one more than Jodan did his.

Hypatia

I think this one has already lasted longer too!

Sign me up.

Somebody must have brought some , yeah?

...Right...I'll just loiter in the corner and have a few of these while I think of something suitably adoring to say, OK?

You're a cool bunch of dudes! Thanks folks
take care
Boots (off to Bognor and not sure if she 'does' sand castles )

Madam Chairfish,
I would like to sign up. But I have been scratching my head for the last 24 hours trying to concieve of a piece of flattery for the useless hound that even comes close to being outrageous.

I'm stumped. Every superlative turns into dry statement of fact. May I join anyway?

All Pin did in my fan club was sit in the corner too

*sits in another corner muttering 'i before e, except after c. i before e, except after c. i before e, except after c...'*

Obviously rendered speechless!

*claims third corner*

*uses broom to sweep collected fans out of assorted corners*

Drink?


And I brought a . Not the weightwatchers kind. Crammed full of calories.

*drags in a jukebox that only plays classic rock, plugs it in then kicks it into life*

What goes up, must come down...spinning wheel...

I'll take one of those , please, Speckly, and a slice of your remarkable .

You ain't nothing but a hound dog....

Well let me just tell you...there is no sand in Bognor, just cold wind and hard pebbles and food that gives a whole new connotation to 'flavourless'!
Ahem have to confess that I am possibly not going to make the Olympic crazy golf team, so sory to let you all down. Hit the windmill, hit the bunker, hit the water...hit everything bar the hole....and excuse me, where is one's caddy when one needs him?
Not awfully good at the motor cycle racing game either. It was the famous one Manx, minx whatever. I walled it all the way round, died a thousand bloody deaths and came eigth. How they worked that out when there were only four bikes is quite beyond me...bit of jiggerypokery going on methinks. (Ravager always did say I couldn't do bikes...something to do with leaning the wrong way...well you're not going to lean into the b****y road for G*d's sake!)
Hey ho but 'twas fun in the - not to be repeated too often in winter -kind of way.
Off to do some rewrites
take care and hope you all like the postcards and the rock.
boots

Those are hard! They're supposed to be fun, but I end up very competitive...

Surprised?

*gnaws on rock and downs *

Thanks boots. You're the best celebrity I ever was a fan of!

*puts Bo Didley on the juke box and dances round and round in circles.*

*chooses a red and white striped stick of rock and sets juke box off again with Rock around the Clock...*

...rock, rock, rock, til the broad daylight...

I've never been on a motorbike . Just the back of my Dad's scooter.
It got stolen once, from the kerbside in Glasgow. Dad heard the engine start, tore down the three flights of stairs and set off down the street after it. Shouting. He chased it all the way down King George St., across Byers Road and past my Uncle's house. He and my cousins heard the commotion and joined in. It says a lot of the scooter that it was still in sight. The thief reached the end of the road, in more ways than one, threw the scooter down and scarpered through the nearest close and disappeared.

Leaving Dad embarassed at the commotion and wondering what he'd gone to all that trouble for. I reckon he was just being competitive . That scooter got abandoned soon after.

I'll have a slice of thanks Speckly, and an for the Downtime, see you all on the other side.

What is happening to this site? I have had to re-register with a seven letter password...cripes I don't know a seven letter word...well p'raps I do b*****s springs to mind.
Dear Lord pass me a and a and several glasses of student priced red wine. Don't the itallics understand...I don't 'do' technology, I barely do joined up writing.
What is a scooter Waz? A motorised vacuum cleaner perhaps?
'Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end'

Finally got in, and it's about time to log off! Pass the will you Boots. Motorised vacuum cleaner is about spot on... silverr drreeamm machiiine Not.