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

Unfortuntally, despite my best effots, the Christian girl mentioned in the last journal will not be staying for the next year, infact, she has already left and I'm the only one in the house . She coulden't find a job so her parents have put their foot done and told her to come home. Even worse, her parents have moved house since she left home so she has no friends where she has gone. I haven't known her very long but I still miss her.

This also means that there is a free room in the house I need to get rid of before the landlord charges us all extra rent. It's proving hard at this time of year but we have had one applicant so far and anouther is due tonight. The first one speaks very slowly indeed and it seems to take him an age to get any ideas across. The landlord dosen't like him very much from the first impressions. He recons that the guy in on the verge of mental collape. I've only spoken to the second guy on the phone so far and he has a very strong Irish accent.

The landlord told me that he thought that if possible I should find a chick to move in. Presumably he reasons that four blokes living together is just not healthy. He's dead right.

The mauritians have come back and seem the same as ever but they have had haircuts. I didn't recognise them at first.

We found a Slovenian to go in the extra room. He plays the guitar like one of the mauritians so he fits in quite well. It is quite wierd. Four blocks living together isn't healthy. We need some more chicks around.

The landlord blatantly dosen't think I'm gay anymore.

Hmm. In my experience, having a female housemate has all the disadvantages of having a wife or live-in girlfriend but none of the *ahem* advantages.

don't you wonder why the landlord doesn't think I'm gay anymore

I convinced the maritians that cornish yarg http://www.teddingtoncheese.co.uk/acatalog/de255.htm is made from dog milk. Ha ha. To make things even better, on the most recent trip up here they took me to a restarant at princetown on dartmoor where they served this cheese. I wrapped the thing in napkins and pocketed it. They still think it is real dog cheese in the fridge.

The other thing that perturbed me recently was when we were talking about a cat that somehow got in. One of the mauritians said "hey, mabye it got in through the little trapdoor in the bathroom!" what trapdoor? so we went up there and he showed that there was indeed a small trapdoor, about 6 by 4 inches hidden under some wallpaper next to the loo. If anyone has any idea what this is for please tell me as I'm at a total loss. Inside the trapdoor is a small brick passage at an angle downwards. It is very dark and there is a slight draft from it. It looks very old, it has an iron hook as a handle of the trapdoor that looks to have been painted over loads of times. It must be as old as the house which is georgian.