Wednesday, April 30, 2008


Private, but well-meant nonetheless.

Worst moment - in the late seventies, whilst pulling weeds from a shit-leaved hedge I heard for the first time the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. And I, impressionable youth, was ardently besotted. And then, 30 years later, I was in summer weed pulling mode in my fucked up garden and heard the R4 report of Douglas Adams' death. I was completely, and unexpectedly, undone. Hadn't realised how close I had followed my geek life with the continuing 42.

Ah, me - as my great great aunt would say, so well and moving - that's me there, hanging on the minutes of someone else's idea.

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