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

Fairly straight forward actually…

Edit your about me area and scroll to the bottom of the page where you have two options plain text or GuideMl, Click on GuideML and all hell breaks loose.

Everything you do should now be between and

You will notice you now have a load of bronse/gold buttons. These basically do what they say on the tin. For example the return on your keyboard although it works when you are editing doesn’t reflect what you have typed when you post, you have to use the line break key , fifth one in from the left I think! Or select a line of text hit the heading key and its put between heading <> shimmy’s when you preview it should be large red text etc etc

Smileys gave me a bit of a problem until I read a bit more about GuideML and realised you have to use the GuideML tag for them eg ale <SMILEY TYPE="ale"/>

http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/brunel/GuideML-Clinic is obviously very useful it gives list of tags and where you should and shouldn’t use them. Click on the one you want and it shows you the syntax for it.

It can get a bit messy but

Earworm link for your PS:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVSSAQHclk4

I'll try the PS stuff you suggested when I get custody of me head back, it's not all there yet (may never have been ...).

I thank you!

My pleasure!

"333 half the beast I thought I was!"

Unfulfilled potential.... eek!

G'nite!

you know me full of whatsit!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHvBE2jjGbk

Killed me mouse on Saturday night, spilt a glass of Mr Jack over it, wasn’t to bothered about the mouse but it was a full glass of JD

Never killed a mouse before done several keyboards with tea, beer, spirits etc

Haven’t been able to use putter since. I know you can use tab and F keys to navigate around but it aint alf a palaver

One will have to fall in me pocket at work today

Its hard work drinking and riding yer bike. When me and mates do long runs we generally arrange them round a pub for lunch, anymore than a single pint and it really saps yer strength… Getting on with a hangover from the night before is not to bad though...

Snork, but it took me a re-read to realise that it wasn't a pet white mouse you were talking about. Thought you had scalded it with JD and it had died of alcohol burns (because you didn't gently rinse it under the tap) or summat!

Nothing like a mouse-free zone to learn about using hot keys etc but just put yer mouse into yer pocket and problem solved.

Gotta keep hydrated when out on long bike runs, glad you have found a proper solution (when I used to go Irish dancing ... ceili, not step or set ... I found that you need to stay sober or you get trampled on, especially during something like the Siege of Ennis).





Have got a tried and tested headache, if you would like ... not too awful, bearable at last. Just tip me the wink and it's yours ...

Me???? I'm happy in the kitchen!

Don't wana go back to the party.....

Donegal? Depends on two drunken Scotsmen!!!!

Oh BTW I would happily accept your headache!

Permanent hangover here!

Two of a kind!!!!….

Ah no, I have an alcohol free bloodstream, that's what so bluddy unfair about it all!

What's the other conversation about: "keeping your pop in a jar"? It caught me unawares as me pop has had his ashes scattered but I have to do something about me mam's sooner or later (long story, you don't want to know!).

pop thread! I aint got a clue.

Sobriety is a difficult thing when Satan keeps putting a can in you hand!

I was hoping you could enlighten...

An acquaintance, called dibbler because he used to work in a garden nursery, has had his dad’s ashes in an airing cupboard for as long as I’ve known him, about 12 years. He promised his old man that he would scatter them at Black Sands in Wales but he has never had the money to get there to carry out the request. We started a collection in a wiskey bottle on the bar just before Christmas in aid of his promise. It’s labelled Dibbler’s Dad’s Final Destination Fund. Dibbler says he’s really grateful but thinks he might miss him when he’s gone.

My mums keeping my dads ashes until she dies and then they are going to be scattered together on one of the fields of their farm, which is quite a turn around for mum as she always insisted that she wanted to be buried in a glass coffin so the worms couldn’t get at her.


oh go on then Beelzebub....

Ah right, it's ok not to understand then. Right, I have something I want to bid for on eBay at 2100 so I may have to remember to disappear.

Mum's ashes (apart from a token scattering in the family grave in Ireland) are in a wicker casket at the top of the stairs. I've now abandoned insurance as it'll all be ok now that she's back on duty. Thought I'd react totally differently but, no, it's nice to have her around although I have no sense of her presence here whatsoever. She wants to go with her first born, my bro', but the grave is in my Dad's name and he is buried somewhere else. So I have to get copies of his Probate (from 40+ years ago) so that I can get the title passed from him to me ... and then I can give permission for her ashes to be interred in his/her/their/that grave. And this is the simplest option!

Ah, g'wan then, I'll join you:





Just snorking myself silly at the shenanigans surrounding S'TroutZ dinner date ... totally surreal

That's a terrible joke ... this came from a friend in Oz about six weeks ago:

A True Australian ghost story

This story happened a while ago in Sydney, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.

John Bradford, a Sydney University student, was on the side of the road
hitch hiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a storm.

The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he
could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly he saw a car slowly
coming towards him and stopped. John, desperate for shelter and without
thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door, just to realise there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on!

The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road and saw a curve
approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. John, paralysed with terror, watched how the hand repeatedly came through the window but never harmed him.

Shortly thereafter John saw the lights of a pub down the road so, gathering strength, jumped out of the car and ran to it. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just experienced.

A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realised he was crying and wasn't drunk.

Suddenly two other people walked into the same pub. They, like John, were also wet and out of breath. Looking around and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, "Look, Bruce -- there's that f*cking idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it."

Heard it!

I did say it was the worst rev joke.

Scuse me but busy preparing for the weekend....

Looks like a nice one to be under canvas too!

Ah but there is a beer tent…

Do you think they would mind if I pitched my, it says two man tent on the instructions but you’d have to be pretty friendly blokes to get two men in there, tent within the beer tent?


he's back!

plying me with temptation.

A two man tent, eh? I'm too pc to make the obvious retort. So where are you off to, you and your double entendre tent? You may need to be pitched within the beer tent if the weather doesn't hold ...

... no temptation, just time for another:

<- yours

<- mine

Leicester

Think I will get me mandolin this rainy weekend

If or when mandolin/bouzouki coz comes back on visit from Oz, I shall let him or you know; and if you go to Oz, he lives near Nimbin. Enjoy, anyway ... are you off tomorrow night or Freeda?