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

My friend Eric Poad directed me here.

I don't get it - where are the nude celebrities?

And where do I find the Taylor Dayne messages?

What's the guy's name that does all the talking on the Watson pages?

Ah, Eric Poad! Well done, then! Any friend of Mr. Poad's is more than welcome on my page!

To answer your questions:

1.)The nude celebrities are in their baths, naturally. Either that, or the cover of some magazine...

2.)The Taylor Dayne messages have been delayed due to the on-again, off-again nature of H2G2's service provider, Demon Internet UK- once they move ,,oBo,,z Raiders shall have vengence...

3.)You can call the guy who does the talking on the Watson pages anything you want- as long as you don't call him "Holmes" (or late for dinner)!

PS:

How did you know enough about me to put my "hippie" name in the title?

> How did you know enough about me to put my "hippie" name in the title?

I didn't. I was just casting around for a suitably stupid title for an a-propos-of-nothing thread, and for some reason "Lumpy Gravy" came to mind. It could have just as easily been "A Meal You Can Shake Hands With in the Dark".

By jove! You must be one of those psychotics! THAT happens to be my GOTH name!

Damned Extra Sensual Preceptions! A man just can't have any privacy anymore! Where's whats-his-name, with that pistol, now?

Now look here, men, I know you're desperate for those bally revolvers you've been promised by the Commissioner, but you're going to have to sit it out. The damned natives have put up a barricade across our route through the jungle to the north, and we can't get through. We're sending out our best elephant-mounted riflemen to you, but you know how long it takes those chaps to get anywhere, so you're going to have to sit tight.

Of course, we could just try charging them, but as like as not we'd end up like Corporal Framlington-Smythe - you do remember Framlington-Smythe, don't you? With that famous moustache? - the poor fellow ended up half tiger fodder and half native fencepost. Damned shame. Anyhow, we're doing the best we can, but remember your duty, as you may well have to sacrifice yourselves sooner or later.

God Save the King.

Brigadier Blenham.

Framlington-Smythe? Of the Northampsire Smythes? Yes, I do remember the lad- fine, upstanding young gentelman, Framlington-Smythe!

I do hope he get's here with the guns soon, as the wogs have us surrounded, and we've run out of water to make tea! By jove we'll have to send some of OUR wogs out to see if there's any fresh water to be had- Worthington was thinking about some fellow named Gunga-dijinn, or Ganga-dinn, or some such wog sillyness. A man can get downright uncivil without his tea!

We're also running quite low on shot and powder, and God Almighty alone knows where we'll get any more unless Framlington-Smythe get's here rather quickly! Can't send bloody wogs out to gather powder and shot off the land now, can one?

At any rate, you have my best regards, Earle!

William Wylde
Baron Shatturday

somewhere in Kashmir, fighting wogs!

I still think Lumpy Gravy was one of FZ's better albums.

;^)#

F.Z. named an album after me? I'm so flattered!

Yep, he was prescient in Dec 1967.
http://www.globalia.net/donlope/fz/lyrics/Lumpy_Gravy.html

;^)#

Well whaddaya know! Frank was psychotic! I hate those bastards! No privacy with all of this Extra Sensual Precipitations and whatnot anymore!

Well, at least he's dead now...