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

Dearest librarian,

whichever conversation I drop into, you have just been and gone.

No time to stay?
Packing books and two shirts for moving to Reims?
Making sure someone sends you enough anduntil you got the logistics there scouted out?

Get it done, quickly. Life is but a can of worms without you.

i don't stay around very long every time, mostly due to the fact that i use my dad's computer, in his office, so i can't spend hours chatting to people online - "especially people that i've never even seen "-.
I promise, when i'm in reims, i'll get my own computer and internet access.

And i dropped the librarian thing as i failed the exam but passed another one, for another job. hey, it's a job.

i'll be back for real in a few weeks.

I´m a boche, but frechified enough to interpret that double ...get going, dear! (I don´t think a bookish lady is meant to be shouted forward like a rugby team, but it used to be "allez, les bleus". As to "never have seen"...we´ll see - but there is a reason no pics of me are available on the internet. Guess my real name and I´ll call you Esmeralda.

"Quasimodo" doesn't sound very german to me...

, but neither does "Corbeau", which is what the Audomarois (natives of the marshes around St.Omer) called me. Rest of my name - Heinz Peter. Pit is short for Peter in German, the name my mother wanted for me: Heinz is short for the hereditary "Heinrich" in my clan - I am the fifth Heinrich, but calling me Henri V will cost you a bottle of

Hey, you forget i live in bubbly country (well, not very far at least).
I have reduced prices on the smiley!

Unfair! Unfair! I had to move to Hannover ~30 years ago - their festival vin du pais is a "lütttje Lage"...a 0,1 glass of horrible beer between thumb an first finger, a 0,01 of cheap white spirit between first and second finger - pour both of them into your gob simultaneously and look forward to the gueule de bois next morning. Germany, lynd of poets and thinkers.

We had a advert sheet for a discount supermarket the other day, saying they were having a big wine sale. The bottles were from 1.99 to 3.99 euros each. Isn't that tell-tale enough?

Taht´s exactly the price range I wouldn´t touch with a barge pole - supermarket shelves arer full of such alligator pipi, though.

Well, it's good if you want to cook coq au vin or boeuf bourguignon, though.

Now please shut up - I had a very late lunch, so it´s unfair to raise my xppetite at 18:30. If I eat again right now you´ll be able to hear my waistline screaming.

Well, then, if you prefer drinking some of that *cough* wine.

So you prefer my taste buds screaming? I think I´ll rather make do with a large , a book and my bed - lazy Sunday afternoon...

Sounds good to me too.

OK, then. Don´t mind me dozing off from time to time - you´re allowed to kick me when I start snoring.

Only when you start snoring?



*kick* *kick*

Wonderful! I can imagine the conversation.

"Do you know why I kicked you?" "No"

As they're virtual kicks, it could even go :
*kick "Do you know I kicked you?" "No" *kick*

Now THAT´S a that will find its way into history textbooks!

Love, my connection is down to morse code speed again - I give up for today.

, seeya!

Nope, it wasn't , it was just !

Ok, then, take care of yourself, and see/read later!