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

You planning on pulling a 20 hour day today or something?
Or are you very hungover after your nephews party? It was your nephew wasn't it and it was yesterday? I can't remember what I've read while lurking!

Anyway, how goes it? I see Pegasus has been by and asked you about Crianlarich All my fault I'm afraid, well about Crianlarich anyway, tho I never told her to come see you. I didn't!

So what time are you meeting everyone? Peta is definately coming up is she? Lucky you, you can give her a big hug from me, since I can't go. SO unfair, these damn shift changes.

Anyway, have a great day and I want to see Photos! Don't let jamie get too plastered

Jools.

From the aches and pains, I think I'm here and very hungover.

5am drouth and bursting head
6am lageroea.
Now: someone's still hammering in the head, vague intestinal rumblings, a bit of unsteadiness, and some crap Irish tune someone kept playing last night firmly stuck in my head.

Yippee! The fitba' must be back. (and if Fulham stay up, that premiership's even more over-rated than I thought it was).

Nope, nephew's party is today. So far 36 horrors have signed up to inflict misery on anyone daft enough to go near Cumbernauld, and tsk, tsk, I can't go. The bro in law was asking me last night how I'd managed to wangle my way out of it. Called me things I'm about to call you. EV shall forever be blessed in my eyes for his foresight.

Was swithering about taking the camera (waste of good drinking time). Meant to take the work's one which I don't mind breaking, but there's something about Friday nights and meeting in a pub at 6.30 that made it slip my mind. OK, I've now plugged mines in in to charge it up, happy?

Ah so you founded Crianlarich did you? B*****d! Getting trapped in a pub there cos the rain was even heavier than usual is my only fond memory of the place. I seem to remember rip-off B&B prices, rain, a station, rain, a road, rain, soggy tents, rain, soggy sleeping bag, rain, and that's about it.

Today, we're meeting at 12 in the bar in Central Station, so I'm working on getting rid of this feeling that my head is about follow my botty and explode. Then it's onto the soggy scrambled egg rolls to settle the stomach (if any attendees are reading this, do not sit in front or behind me). Don't know if Peta is coming up or not. Dare say I'll find out when I see the photos! We're having to work round the Rangers - Anderlecht game, so the subway is out of bounds for a few hours. Then again maybe we can impress Peta by taking her to the Stadium bar in Copland Road at 2.30, and telling her it's her turn to get the drinks in!
Oh, hi Peta

I used to do one 12 hour shift a week. Can't say I minded it, gets you through the obligatory hours.

Jamie's a big boy, but if I remember I'll pass on your advice just before my head hits the table.

Will miss ya, but I can always bring the shotgun to the next one.



Nanny, who's been called many things, but never a tart.

Hahaha! I am sure the cureall hair of the dog has sorted you out by now, either that or you are well on the way to being in a worse state than this morning (esp. judging by bizzare text message I asume you sent on Ardzil's phone earlier )

You lucky thing, getting away with not attending nephews party, just so spend some time with other drunken reprobates. jammy git!

Good i want to see how Mark & Peta cope with the Scottish contingeny, and compare it to the dutch and see who is still standing

Crianlarich developed from a conversation we were having, whereby I mentioned that all roads lead to Crianlarich, she thought it should be a song, and wanted more info. Why she came to you I shall never know

Shotguns aren't good for my health, all the beer runs out the holes Never been called a tart? You should try it sometime, fair boosts your self confidence

Enjoy the hangover and I'll find out all your antics tomorrow. (or later this evening if you manage to see the keyboard when you stager in LOL Mwoahahahahaha!)
*jealous*

Ah ha! I knew you couldn't resist.
*prods the drunk asleep on the keyboard with a large stick. Nothing*
Glad to see you made it home. What of Ardzil, I only got the meassage an hour ago, when I checked my phone. Decided it would be too late to phone anyway, doubt I would have got a coherent word out of any of you anyway.
Enjoy your hangover

Just a quickie, which is all a convicted tart deserves.

Ya bass!
You cursed me with that 20 hour day comment. Let's just say that in the absence of certain folks, at least one scot had to make it through to the end if the night. Put it this way Mark & Peta surived to the end along with Lost who was off to mug a big issue seller for his andrex box last I saw him.

F**k! This typing in the correct letters is a real pain.

I don't have a means of microwaving ma heid, so I can't work Ardzil's phone. True, I may have made certain suggestions but he usually described them as illegal. I think he got a touch of the old "homing instinct" halfway through the night, just vanished.

Never went to GSC, preferring the pub, but all your SMS messages were true. Yeah including the one that the Queen had piles.

Gotta go, why me? Peet's a sheepshagger!

Just a quickie, which is all a convicted tart deserves.

Ya bass!
You cursed me with that 20 hour day comment. Let's just say that in the absence of certain folks, at least one scot had to make it through to the end if the night. Put it this way Mark & Peta surived to the end along with Lost who was off to mug a big issue seller for his andrex box last I saw him.

F**k! This typing in the correct letters is a real pain.

I don't have a means of microwaving ma heid, so I can't work Ardzil's phone. True, I may have made certain suggestions but he usually described them as illegal. I think he got a touch of the old "homing instinct" halfway through the night, just vanished.

Never went to GSC, preferring the pub, but all your SMS messages were true. Yeah including the one that the Queen had piles.

Gotta go CDrian larich, why me? Peet's a sheepshagger!

LOL, fair enough.
No doubt someone was keeping a log? I'll add the teXt Files in the morning. So poor Ardzil just vanished? Hmm. Glad to hear M & P made it through
As for Lost, well he only has to kip in George Square until he gets picked up for his bizzare sunday ritual of getting the crap pounded out of him on a large field with an odd shaped ball. (Rather him than me, if he was in any sort of similar state to the one he was in when in London a couple of weeks ago)

Why type correctly, you're p****d anyway, so who cares?

Well, you can tell Peet that, I'd rather not, ta

catch up tomorrow.
J.