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

...I'm a very happy man.

Please pull through mate.

Ok, I'm reading it...

And I am indeed a happy chappie!

(not that I want to rub it in or anything)

When I say 'rub it in'...

Oooh, I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you?

So what you been up to?

Not a lot. Work, PC, work, PC, work, PC, drink, PC, drink, PC, work...

It's about bloody time I picked up a guitar and wrote something!

Do you write your own songs?

Sort of. Didn't you hear The Debauchery Song?

No... Should I have?

I thought I'd have inflicted it on you by now! I've inflicted it on everyone else...

http://www.mugfungus.co.uk/Debauchery.mp3

Might not sound too great on a lappie though.

But if it does, here's some more:

http://www.mugfungus.co.uk/mugfungus%20music.html

I'll give it a listen...
Do you sing too?

After a fashion. I tend to only have the balls to do vocals when I'm drunk.

I was quite chuffed at last summer's h2g2 meet when Serephina started singing the Debauchery Song. The chorus is quite good for drunken pub yelping.

Me too. That's the time when I honestly believe I can sing. I have a karaoke bar dedicated to me in Cape Town.

Fortunately I tend to start doing the guitars and stuff when sober and by the time I get 'round to the vocals (far too late in the evening for the neighbours) I'm quite tanked, stood there with a JD in one hand and a Marlboro in the other. Well, if you're gonna' do it you've got to do it right!

If you ever go to Cape Town, you HAVE to go to Lock, Stock and Barrel.

When you say dedicated to you, do you have a plaque?

'Black Raven shattered ear drums here'

No, they have numerous pairs of my pants hung all over the place as well as my jocs... Everytime they got me out of a pair (whether through me being completely rat-@r$ed and stripping when singing, or taking them by force off me), they hung them up somewhere. Most pairs of my jeans were ripped off me by them

Blimey, you're right, I really should go!

Righty, when's the next flight...

Dangerous place that
God I was thrown out of there so many times, then dragged back in, then thrown out, and so it went on.