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

Yep. Nah, I'd just tap one, if I had none.

Yep. Nah, I'd just tap one, if I had none.

Did you leave in the fourth year then? Or do you mean 6th?

Did I? I can't remember.

About what? You still didn't pay up for the last one.

I thought the only GuideML you knew was: <./>testuserpage</.>

Good, good. Ah! That'll be it then. But what's it to do with her? And why the pop?

Errrrrr... nah, you'll need it.

So it decides it's ok to post now.

Ah, my friends were evil. They tried to charge me 20p.

Nope, you sit standard grades(O-Levels) at the end of fourth year, then in fifth you take Highers(A-Levels) and you can sit more Highers in Sixth.

That's alright old fella.

Nobody won the last one though, did they?

My tables are originals.

Who knows? I suppose she must have been told stories.

It's a double one, we can share.

How did you manage that?

Did they? Did you do the same to them though? It doesn't sound very friendly.

Ah, it's completely different down here then. So youwere what 14-15 when you took standard grades?

Feck off!

Yes, they did. Big thread says it all.

Well that's good then. Ar eyou after tables though?

I hope she didn't get the emails I sent you.

They'd be no need for the blankie then.

Scrolling down and trying to find where the cursor was.

Nope, I gave mine for free - but Cumbernauld is capitalist capital of Britain.

No, I started the lessons at 14 and sat the exams at 16.

She's only being .

Combi-paragraph. I like tables - when you're dancing on them. No need to worry, I keep yours to myself.

Hmmm, you're cosy then?

Durrrrrrrrrrr. Hic.

Capitalist peeeeegggggg! Strikkkkkkke!

I won and you can't admit it.

Did you get the offending email then?

I'm quite cosy, yes.

my .

Are you with me brother? Solidarity! I could be really good at this...

I'd be happy to admit it if you'd actually won. Give me offending quotes.

I did not. Which email would that be?

Well c'mere then, I'm freezing.

my

Yeah you could, unless it means having to get out of bed.

I'll go and find them later.

The one that was posted to clingy's message centre. Are you sure you haven't seen it? Didn't the send it to you?

Well if you're sure that'll warm you up, I'll be happy to oblige.

John and Yoko had the right idea...now I just need to get the press in my bedroom.

Sure you will.

Nope, definitely haven't seen it. Was it sent to everybody?

That would certainly warm me up. Oblige away...

Hmmm, I'm out of ideas, you got any?

I will.

I'm surprised she didn't send you a copy, everyone else got one. Have you read the Dead Bar?

Oo-er... ahhh!


Pffffffttttt!

I could say the Virgin Mary is in my ashtray.

Uh-huh.

Who was responsible for the original? Yep, I've read some of it, there have been little digs everywhere.



Wake up stinky. Typical...

Hmmmm, wouldn't your Da wonder why you have an ashtray, since you don't smoke?

I will.

The clingy one. I think there's a fair bit of misinformation flying about too. As someone try's to cover their tracks. It's certainly made me re-evaluate a few opinions on people.

I think you'll need the more. So are you warm now?

Oops! Sorry, you were wonderful.

Nope, I stick a book on top of it when he comes upstairs. He has a whole guilt thing about ruining my life, so I try to look happy and healthy 24 hours a day, excluding hangovers.

I believe you.

So did you get the email? I have little idea what you're on about. We haven't had a good bitch in email for ages.

Yep, roasting. You're free to go.

That's better. Now where's my tea and cigarette?

But what about the press traipsing through the hoose? What a thoughtful daughter you are. I'll bet it's tiresome though.

The evidence is there whether you believe it or not. Gimme my money.

I got it, so did others, including the minx. I'll send it if you wish, but I'd rather you asked the for it. We haven't have we? Bitched in here instead.

That was easy.

Your is ready massir. But you can get to the bloody shop yourself for the cigs.

It'd give him someone to talk to. It's best for everybody really. It is tiresome though, like today I'm wound up all to hell and he just keeps talking at me, I think I'm ready to explode. Need cake.

Show me the proof and you'll get your money.

I don't really have a clear idea of what's going on and it's none of my business, so I don't see how I can ask. Who sent you the mail btw? Yup, we bitch in here a little, but we can't mention names.

The sun came out.

Ooh, ta. Don't suppose you could lend me two quid?

I thought you'd given up?

I shall.

Well you could say something like,
"Hey [insert name here] I've been reading some stuff and I wondered what clingy had said."
You are friends aren't ya?
Maybe you should email me the bitching then.

Oops! Sorry, I really need some thread.

You spent your birthday money already?

It's when I'm without that I realise why I love it so.

I'm waiting.

If she'd wanted me to know wouldn't she have sent it already though? We're friends-ish. I have to figure out what I'm bitching about first.

I'm a dab hand with a needle and thread.

I only managed to get a camera, two pints and 20 fags out of it. Money doesn't go far nowadays.

Awww, maybe I should have one in sympathy.

I'll look.

Have you read the threads? She was sending it to anyone who asked. Oh? Has something happened? I thought you spoke regularly. There's a start.



Bloody hell? The beer must be expensive up there then.

Please do, but stay online so I can take the piss.

I'll keep waiting.

Probably not all of them, I'll have a lurk when I get a seat for 10 minutes. We do sometimes, it's just a lot less regular. I need an event to inspire me.



£2.15 for a pint of Miller up the town. Then there was bus-fares for me and the pest, and chipping in for the crate of lager.