hitchhikersguidetothegalaxy:

The sofa bobbed this way and that and seemed simultaneously to be as solid as the trees as it drifted past some of them and hazy as a billowing dream as it floated like a ghost through others. 
Ford and Arthur pounded chaotically after it, but it dodged and weaved as if following its own complex mathematical topography, which it was. Still they pursued, still it danced and span, and suddenly turned and dipped as if crossing the lip of a catastrophe graph, and they were practically on top of it. With a heave and a shout they leapt on it, the sun winked out, they fell through a sickening nothingness, and emerged unexpectedly in the middle of the pitch at Lord’s Cricket Ground, St John’s Wood, London, towards the end of the last Test Match of the Australian Series in the year 198-, with England needing only twenty-eight runs to win.
Art by Jonathan Burton

hitchhikersguidetothegalaxy:

The sofa bobbed this way and that and seemed simultaneously to be as solid as the trees as it drifted past some of them and hazy as a billowing dream as it floated like a ghost through others.

Ford and Arthur pounded chaotically after it, but it dodged and weaved as if following its own complex mathematical topography, which it was. Still they pursued, still it danced and span, and suddenly turned and dipped as if crossing the lip of a catastrophe graph, and they were practically on top of it. With a heave and a shout they leapt on it, the sun winked out, they fell through a sickening nothingness, and emerged unexpectedly in the middle of the pitch at Lord’s Cricket Ground, St John’s Wood, London, towards the end of the last Test Match of the Australian Series in the year 198-, with England needing only twenty-eight runs to win.

Art by Jonathan Burton



Today at work I checked out someone from the Norwegian town of Trondheim.

My inner python had to resist the urge to say “zis is ze Trondheim hammer-dance…” (etc)


The explosion was now officially designated an “Act of God”.
But, thought Dirk, what god? And why?
What god would be hanging around Terminal Two of Heathrow Airport trying to catch the 15.37 flight to Oslo?
Douglas Adams, “The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul”, Ch 6 (via hitchhikersguidetothegalaxy)

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In England our heroes tend to be characters who either have, or come to realise that they have, no control over their lives whatsoever Pilgrim, Gulliver, Hamlet, Paul Pennyfeather (from Decline and Fall) Tony Last (from A Handful of Dust). We celebrate our defeats and our withdrawals the Battle of Hastings, Dunkirk, almost any given test match. There was a wonderful book published, oh, about twenty years ago I think, by Stephen Pile called the Book of Heroic Failures. It was staggeringly huge bestseller in England and sank with heroic lack of trace in the U.S. Stephen explained this to me by saying that you cannot make jokes about failure in the States. It’s like cancer, it just isn’t funny at any level. In England, though, for some reason it’s the thing we love most. So Arthur may not seem like much of a hero to Americans he doesn’t have any stock options, he doesn’t have anything to exchange high fives about round the water-cooler. But to the English, he is a hero. Terrible things happen to him, he complains about it a bit quite articulately, so we can really feel it along with him - then calms down and has a cup of tea. My kind of guy!

It’s just a flesh wound!”

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Love Comes Quickly
Pet Shop Boys
Please

lets-get-crazy-t0night:

Pet Shop Boys - Love comes quickly

My favourite song of “Please”


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And you’re absolutely certain you didn’t see anything else suspicious?" the policeman insisted. "Nothing that struck you as odd in any way at all?"
“No, like I said, it was just an ordinary customer on an ordinary night, just like any other night.”
The policeman stared at him blankly. “Just for the sake of argument,” he went on to say, “if I were suddenly to do this…” – he made himself go cross-eyed, stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and danced up and down twisting his fingers in his ears – “would anything strike you about that?”
“Well, er, yeah,” said the cashier, backing away nervously. “I’d think you’d gone stark raving mad.”
“Good,” said the policeman, putting his notebook away. “It’s just that different people sometimes have a different idea of what ‘odd’ means, you see, sir.
Douglas Adams, “Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency”, Ch. 7 (via hitchhikersguidetothegalaxy)

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golgafrincham:

Started this over two years ago, but couldn’t decide how to finish it - it was my second cross stitch project (!?) I Picked it up again last week and now I guess it’s finished? Except for framing or turning into a small pillow. Probably framing because it’s less work :)Why I decided to do something that required filling in a space with over 5200 stitches….

golgafrincham:

Started this over two years ago, but couldn’t decide how to finish it - it was my second cross stitch project (!?) I Picked it up again last week and now I guess it’s finished? Except for framing or turning into a small pillow. Probably framing because it’s less work :)
Why I decided to do something that required filling in a space with over 5200 stitches….


Douglas Adams on Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster availability on Earth

Q: What is the origin of the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, and how would you make one on Earth? I need to know.
A: Unfortunately there are a number of environmental and weapons treaties and laws of physics which prevent one being mixed on Earth. Sorry.

evelynglucas:

My plan for this evening is sorted :)

evelynglucas:

My plan for this evening is sorted :)

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