But now, for the first (and probably only) time we present:-
The Hitchhikers's Guide to the Galaxy (the newsfroup)
-------------------
FIT THE FIRST
In which the Earth is unexpectedly destroyed and the great
Hitch-Hike begins.
Starring:-
Narrator - Gusty
The Book - Aquarion
Arthur Dent- Iain
Ford Prefect - Kaare
L. Prosser - Alex (if he can be bothered, somebody
entirely different if he can't))
Lady Cynthia Fitzmelton- MEow
Barman - Anorak
Voice 1/Voice 2 - Anybody who happens to be posting at the time
Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz - Alex or, more likely, a passing
lunatic
Sound effects by the afda froupophonic workshop
NARRATOR:
This is the story of /The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, perhaps
the most remarkable certainly the most successful book ever to come
out of the great publishing corporations of Ursa Minor - more popular
than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than 53 More
Things To Do In Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon
Coluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters: 'Where God Went
Wrong', 'Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes' and 'Who is This God
Person Anyway'?
And in many of the more relaxed civilizations on the outer Eastern
rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch-Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the
great Encyclopaedia Galactica as the standard repository of all
knowledge and wisdom, because although it has many omissions, contains
much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over
the older, more pedestrian work in two important ways. First, it is
slightly cheaper, and second it has the words 'DON'T PANIC' inscribed
in large, friendly letters on the cover.
To tell the story of the book, it is best to tell the story of some of
the minds behind it. A human from the planet Earth was one of them,
though as our story opens he no more knows his destiny than a tea leaf
knows the history of the East India Company. His name is Arthur Dent,
he is a six foot tall ape descendant, and someone is trying to drive a
bypass through his home.
--
D.
"..and this is his sofa, is it?"
(The following conversation is carried out over this noise. The man
from the Council, Mr Prosser, is being dictatorial through a megaphone,
and Arthur is shouting his answers rather faintly in the distance.)
PROSSER: Come off it Mr Dent, you can't win you know. There's no point
in lying
down in the path of progress.
>> F/X GENERAL ROAD BUILDING NOISES. BULLDOZERS, PNEUMATIC DRILLS, ETC.
>>
>
> (The following conversation is carried out over this noise. The man
> from the Council, Mr Prosser, is being dictatorial through a megaphone,
> and Arthur is shouting his answers rather faintly in the distance.)
>
> PROSSER: Come off it Mr Dent, you can't win you know. There's no point
> in lying down in the path of progress.
ARTHUR: I've gone off the idea of progress. It's overrated.
--
iain
ia...@froup.com http://www.zootle.net/afda/
"how can you say that iain is a furyy fpevcg?!" - kristen
PROSSER: *puzzled with a slight whine* But you must realise you can't
lie in
front of the bulldozers indefinitely.
ARTHUR: *fairly calm* I'm game, we'll see who rusts first.
PROSSER: *calmly, as if negotiating with a madman* I'm afraid you're
going to
have to accept it. This bypass has got to be built,and it is
going
to be built. Nothing you can say or do . . .
ARTHUR: *getting a bit cross* Why has it got to be built?
ARTHUR: *definitely cross now* Didn't anyone consider the alternatives?
ARTHUR: *really worked up* Appropriate time? The first I knew about it
was when a workman arrived at the dorr yesterday. I asked him
if he'd come to clean the windows and he said he'd come to
demolish the house. He didn't tell me straight away of course.
No, first he wiped a couple of windows and charged me a fiver.
Then he told me.
PROSSER: (Ordinary voice, but he is still clearly audible. In other
words, he was standing next to Arthur anyway.)
*patient and soothing...*
*but the thundering hooves of the golden horde are not far off*
But Mr Dent, the plans have been available in the planning
office for the last nine months.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *a touch of sarcasm, but still cross* Yes. I went round to find
them yesterday afternoon. You hadn't exactly gone out of your
way to call much attention to them had you? I mean, like
actually telling anybody or anything.
PROSSER: *defensively* The plans were on display.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *sarcastic* And how many average members of the public are in
the habit of dropping round at the local planning office of an
evening? It's not exactly a noted social venue is it? And even
if you had popped in on the off-chance that some /raving/
bureaucrat wanted to knock your house down, the plans weren't
immediately obvious to the eye, were they?
PROSSER: *more defensively* That depends where you were looking.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *incredulous* I eventually had to go down to the cellar...
PROSSER: *you can almost hear his ancestors horses pounding in his*
*head* That's the display department.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: ...with a torch.
PROSSER: *knows he's in trouble* The lights had probably gone.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *thinking he's maybe gaining the upper hand* So had the stairs!
PROSSER: *getting fed up* Well you found the notice didn't you?
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *on the home stretch* Yes. It was on display in the bottom of a
locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on
the door saying 'Beware of the Leopard'.
*perfect innocence* Ever thought of going into advertising?
PROSSER: *there's a light at the end of the tunnel*
*but Prosser can see it's an oncoming train*
It's not as if it's a particularly nice house anyway.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *offended* I happen rather to like it.
PROSSER: *sudden inspiration from excessive stress* Mr Dent!
--
Alex
>>>>
>>>
>>>PROSSER: *there's a light at the end of the tunnel*
>>> *but Prosser can see it's an oncoming train*
>>> It's not as if it's a particularly nice house anyway.
>>>
>>
>> ARTHUR: *offended* I happen rather to like it.
>>
>
> PROSSER: *sudden inspiration from excessive stress* Mr Dent!
>
ARTHUR: *hoping he might hear something sensible* Hello? Yes?
PROSSER: *slightly menacing* Have you any idea how much damage this
bulldozer would suffer if I just let it roll straight over you?
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *hopeful* How much?
PROSSER: *a little glib, and VERY menacing* None at all.
--
Alex
GRAMS NARRATOR BACKGROUND (yes, the funny twiddly ones)
NARRATOR: By a strange coincidence, `None at all' is exactly how much
suspicion the ape descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest
friends was not descended from an ape, but was in fact from a small
planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse.
Arthur Dent's failure to suspect this reflects the care with which his
friend blended himself into human society after a fairly shaky start.
When he first arrived fifteen years ago the minimal research he had
done suggested to him that the name Amro Bank, no, sorry, Ford Prefect
would be nicely inconspicuous.
He will enter our story in 35 seconds and say `Hello Arthur'. The ape
descendant will greet him in return, but in deference to a million
years of evolution he will not attempt to pick fleas off him.
Earthmen are not proud of their ancestors and never invite them round
to dinner.
{Casting Note:} The part of Ford Prefect calls for a person roughly
humanoid but has something indescribably alien abou him. Kåre, being
Danish, matches this perfectly.
{Note for Kåre} Only joking - but don't forget the letter å does not
appear anywhere in Hitchhikers
--
D.
: > top posting?
: I thought that was personal preference. Some people top post, some
: people bottom post.
Yes, in the sense that some people piss in the swimming pool, and some
people prefer to use the restroom.
> NARRATOR: By a strange coincidence, `None at all' is exactly how much
> suspicion the ape descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest
> friends was not descended from an ape, but was in fact from a small
> planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse.
> Arthur Dent's failure to suspect this reflects the care with which his
> friend blended himself into human society after a fairly shaky start.
> When he first arrived fifteen years ago the minimal research he had
> done suggested to him that the name Amro Bank, no, sorry, Ford Prefect
> would be nicely inconspicuous.
> He will enter our story in 35 seconds and say `Hello Arthur'. The ape
> descendant will greet him in return, but in deference to a million
> years of evolution he will not attempt to pick fleas off him.
> Earthmen are not proud of their ancestors and never invite them round
> to dinner.
*arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
*Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
FORD: Hello Arthur.
(Note, I hope that my attempt to give this posting a date 35 seconds
later than Gustys worked)
--
Kaare Fiedler Christiansen fie...@daimi.au.dk
$ make it so
don't know how to make it (bu42).
> (Note, I hope that my attempt to give this posting a date 35 seconds
> later than Gustys worked)
Checking in my headers it looks like it did. Well done.
--
Nikitta - aa#1759. Apatriot#18.
ICQ# 147028026
Head of the Swedish Inquisition
> Gusty <generalmishmash...@btopenworld.com> writes:
>
>> NARRATOR: By a strange coincidence, `None at all' is exactly how much
>> suspicion the ape descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest
>> friends was not descended from an ape, but was in fact from a small
>> planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse.
>> Arthur Dent's failure to suspect this reflects the care with which
>> his friend blended himself into human society after a fairly shaky
>> start. When he first arrived fifteen years ago the minimal research
>> he had done suggested to him that the name Amro Bank, no, sorry,
>> Ford Prefect would be nicely inconspicuous.
>> He will enter our story in 35 seconds and say `Hello Arthur'. The
>> ape descendant will greet him in return, but in deference to a
>> million years of evolution he will not attempt to pick fleas off him.
>> Earthmen are not proud of their ancestors and never invite them round
>> to dinner.
>
> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>
> FORD: Hello Arthur.
ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkpn0jq...@daimi.daimi.au.dk:
>
>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>
>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>
> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
*still not really taking in what he is seeing*
FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>
>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>> news:xkpn0jq...@daimi.daimi.au.dk:
>>
>>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>
>>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>
>> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>
> *still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>
> FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to lie in
front of, otherwise no, not especially.
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkpof46...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>
>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>
>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>> news:xkpn0jq...@daimi.daimi.au.dk:
>>>
>>>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>>
>>>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>>
>> *still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>>
>> FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
>
> ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to lie in
> front of, otherwise no, not especially.
FORD: *taking Arthur's words at face value* There's a pub down the
road, let's have a drink and we can talk.
> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>
>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>> news:xkpof46...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>
>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>
>>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>>> news:xkpn0jq...@daimi.daimi.au.dk:
>>>>
>>>>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>>>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>>>
>>>>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>>>
>>>> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>>>
>>> *still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>>>
>>> FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
>>
>> ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to lie
>> in front of, otherwise no, not especially.
>
> FORD: *taking Arthur's words at face value* There's a pub down the
> road, let's have a drink and we can talk.
>
ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkpisue...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>
>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>
>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>> news:xkpof46...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>>
>>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>>
>>>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>>>> news:xkpn0jq...@daimi.daimi.au.dk:
>>>>>
>>>>>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>>>>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>>>>
>>>>>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>>>>
>>>>> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>>>>
>>>> *still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>>>>
>>>> FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to lie
>>> in front of, otherwise no, not especially.
>>
>> FORD: *taking Arthur's words at face value* There's a pub down the
>> road, let's have a drink and we can talk.
>>
>
> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
FORD: Well he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
(didn't you skip a line?)
>>>>>>
>>>>>>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>>>>>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>>>>>
>>>>> *still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>>>>>
>>>>> FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
>>>>
>>>> ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to
>>>> lie in front of, otherwise no, not especially.
>>>
>>> FORD: *taking Arthur's words at face value* There's a pub down the
>>> road, let's have a drink and we can talk.
>>>
>>
>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
>
> FORD: Well he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
> (didn't you skip a line?)
(Er, did I? [checks] Ooops, so I did.)
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkpd6km...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>>>>>>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>>>>>>
>>>>>> *still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>>>>>>
>>>>>> FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
>>>>>
>>>>> ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to
>>>>> lie in front of, otherwise no, not especially.
>>>>
>>>> FORD: *taking Arthur's words at face value* There's a pub down the
>>>> road, let's have a drink and we can talk.
>>>>
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
>>
>> FORD: Well he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>
> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
FORD: *Getting annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get back!
Best
Kåre
Before Arthur's last line here, Prosser interjects:
PROSSER: Mr Dent, We're waiting.
I was in a meeting all morning so we skipped past it...
I shall fork the thread at that point, and we can do tha last four lines
again...
PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
--
Alex
Ack that's wrong too, iain was supposed to reply:
ARTHUR: Look, don't you understand?
Before Prosser's interjection, iain, can you back up and reply again to
Ford's "pub down the road" line (Which was posted at 10:00 EST, that's
what, 15:00 GMT?)
--
Alex "the perpetually confused"
> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>
>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>> news:xkpof46...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>
>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>
>>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>>> news:xkpn0jq...@daimi.daimi.au.dk:
>>>>
>>>>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>>>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>>>
>>>>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>>>
>>>> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>>>
>>> *still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>>>
>>> FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
>>
>> ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to lie
>> in front of, otherwise no, not especially.
>
> FORD: *taking Arthur's words at face value* There's a pub down the
> road, let's have a drink and we can talk.
>
ARTHUR: *can't believe what Ford just said* Look, don't you understand?
> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>
>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>> news:xkpd6km...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>> *arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>>>>>>>> *Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>> FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> *still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
>>>>>>
>>>>>> ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to
>>>>>> lie in front of, otherwise no, not especially.
>>>>>
>>>>> FORD: *taking Arthur's words at face value* There's a pub down the
>>>>> road, let's have a drink and we can talk.
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
>>>
>>> FORD: Well he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>>
>> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
>
> FORD: *Getting annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get back!
ARTHUR: Ford...
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkpy93a...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>
>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>
>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>> news:xkpd6km...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>>
>>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>>
>>>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
>>>>
>>>> FORD: Well he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
>>
>> FORD: *Getting annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get back!
>
> ARTHUR: Ford...
FORD: Arthur! Will you please just listen? I'm not fooling.
*urgent*
I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard,
I've got to tell you now,
and I've got to tell you in that pub there.
*points*
(Are we going to continue both threads?)
> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>
>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>> news:xkpy93a...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>
>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>
>>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>>> news:xkpd6km...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>>>
>>>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>>>
>>>>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house
>>>>>> down!
>>>>>
>>>>> FORD: Well he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>>>>
>>>> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
>>>
>>> FORD: *Getting annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get
>>> back!
>>
>> ARTHUR: Ford...
>
> FORD: Arthur! Will you please just listen? I'm not fooling.
> *urgent*
> I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard,
> I've got to tell you now,
> and I've got to tell you in that pub there.
> *points*
ARTHUR: *puzzled* Why?
> (Are we going to continue both threads?)
(I don't think so...)
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkpptom...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>
>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>
>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>> news:xkpy93a...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>>
>>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>>
>>>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>>>> news:xkpd6km...@horse09.daimi.au.dk:
>>>>>
>>>>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>>>>
>>>>>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house
>>>>>>> down!
>>>>>>
>>>>>> FORD: Well he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>>>>>
>>>>> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
>>>>
>>>> FORD: *Getting annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get
>>>> back!
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: Ford...
>>
>> FORD: Arthur! Will you please just listen? I'm not fooling.
>> *urgent*
>> I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard,
>> I've got to tell you now,
>> and I've got to tell you in that pub there.
>> *points*
>
> ARTHUR: *puzzled* Why?
FORD: *Firm* Because you're going to need a very stiff drink!
*Appealing* Well, just trust me!
>> (Are we going to continue both threads?)
>
> (I don't think so...)
(Which one will we continue then?)
PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
--
Alex
The other one, cos it's correct.
We've only lost 4 hours, not a big deal.
--
Alex
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>>>*arrives at the scene somewhat preoccupied*
>>>>>>>*Completely ignores the fact that Arthur is lying in the mud*
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>FORD: Hello Arthur.
>>>>>>
>>>>>>ARTHUR: Ford, hi, how are you?
>>>>>
>>>>>*still not really taking in what he is seeing*
>>>>>
>>>>>FORD: Fine. Look, are you busy?
>>>>
>>>>ARTHUR: *matter-of-factly* Well, I've just got this bulldozer to lie
>>>> in front of, otherwise no, not especially.
>>>
>>>FORD: *taking Arthur's words at face value* There's a pub down the
>>> road, let's have a drink and we can talk.
>>>
>>
>> ARTHUR: *can't believe what Ford just said* Look, don't you
>> understand?
>>
>
> PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
(Whoa, deja vu!)
> Alex Fitzpatrick <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> wrote in
> news:Paoea.4159$lQ4.8...@news20.bellglobal.com:
>
>>> ARTHUR: *can't believe what Ford just said* Look, don't you
>>> understand?
>>
>> PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
>
> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
FORD: Well, he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>
>> Alex Fitzpatrick <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> wrote in
>> news:Paoea.4159$lQ4.8...@news20.bellglobal.com:
>>
>>>> ARTHUR: *can't believe what Ford just said* Look, don't you
>>>> understand?
>>>
>>> PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
>>
>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
>
> FORD: Well, he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>
ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
--
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkp8yv9...@horse07.daimi.au.dk:
>
>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>
>>> Alex Fitzpatrick <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> wrote in
>>> news:Paoea.4159$lQ4.8...@news20.bellglobal.com:
>>>
>>>>> ARTHUR: *can't believe what Ford just said* Look, don't you
>>>>> understand?
>>>>
>>>> PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
>>
>> FORD: Well, he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>
> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
FORD: *annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get back!
> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>
>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>> news:xkp8yv9...@horse07.daimi.au.dk:
>>
>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>
>>>> Alex Fitzpatrick <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> wrote in
>>>> news:Paoea.4159$lQ4.8...@news20.bellglobal.com:
>>>>
>>>>>> ARTHUR: *can't believe what Ford just said* Look, don't you
>>>>>> understand?
>>>>>
>>>>> PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
>>>>
>>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
>>>
>>> FORD: Well, he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>>
>> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
>
> FORD: *annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get back!
ARTHUR: Ford... *translates as: that's a rather silly suggestion*
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkpvfyd...@horse07.daimi.au.dk:
>
>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>
>>> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
>>> news:xkp8yv9...@horse07.daimi.au.dk:
>>>
>>>> iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>>>>
>>>>> Alex Fitzpatrick <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> wrote in
>>>>> news:Paoea.4159$lQ4.8...@news20.bellglobal.com:
>>>>>
>>>>>>> ARTHUR: *can't believe what Ford just said* Look, don't you
>>>>>>> understand?
>>>>>>
>>>>>> PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
>>>>>
>>>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house down!
>>>>
>>>> FORD: Well, he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
>>
>> FORD: *annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get back!
>
> ARTHUR: Ford... *translates as: that's a rather silly suggestion*
FORD: *Even more annoyed* Arthur!
*Appealing* Will you please just listen to me? I'm not fooling!
I've got to tell you the most important thing in your life.
I've got to tell you now
and I've got to tell you in that pub there.
Now, just /trust/ me!
ARTHUR: *puzzled* Why?
(I snipped your last line, in the interest of not going round again)
> Ford Prefect <fo...@kaarefc.dk> wrote in
> news:xkpd6kk...@horse07.daimi.au.dk:
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house
>>>>>>> down!
>>>>>>
>>>>>> FORD: Well, he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>>>>>
>>>>> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
>>>>
>>>> FORD: *annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get back!
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: Ford... *translates as: that's a rather silly suggestion*
>>
>> FORD: *Even more annoyed* Arthur!
>> *Appealing* Will you please just listen to me? I'm not fooling!
>> I've got to tell you the most important thing in your life.
>> I've got to tell you now
>> and I've got to tell you in that pub there.
>>
>
> ARTHUR: *puzzled* Why?
FORD: Because you are going to need a very stiff drink.
Now, just /trust/ me!
> (I snipped your last line, in the interest of not going round again)
(Oh. Er ... thanks)
(Sorry for the delay, I'm spending the day sick in my bed)
Best
Kåre
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>> PROSSER: *abruptly* Mr Dent, We're waiting.
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> ARTHUR: *cross, again* Ford, that man wants to knock my house
>>>>>>>> down!
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> FORD: Well, he can do it whilst you're away, can't he?
>>>>>>
>>>>>> ARTHUR: *anguished* But I don't want him to!
>>>>>
>>>>> FORD: *annoyed* Well, just ask him to wait 'til you get back!
>>>>
>>>> ARTHUR: Ford... *translates as: that's a rather silly suggestion*
>>>
>>> FORD: *Even more annoyed* Arthur!
>>> *Appealing* Will you please just listen to me? I'm not
>>> fooling!
>>> I've got to tell you the most important thing in your life.
>>> I've got to tell you now
>>> and I've got to tell you in that pub there.
>>>
>>
>> ARTHUR: *puzzled* Why?
>
> FORD: Because you are going to need a very stiff drink.
> Now, just /trust/ me!
ARTHUR: *reluctantly* I'll see what I can do. It'd better be good.
*calls* Hello, Mr Prosser!
>>>>FORD: *Even more annoyed* Arthur!
>>>> *Appealing* Will you please just listen to me? I'm not
>>>> fooling!
>>>> I've got to tell you the most important thing in your life.
>>>> I've got to tell you now
>>>> and I've got to tell you in that pub there.
>>>>
>>>
>>>ARTHUR: *puzzled* Why?
>>
>>FORD: Because you are going to need a very stiff drink.
>> Now, just /trust/ me!
>
>
> ARTHUR: *reluctantly* I'll see what I can do. It'd better be good.
> *calls* Hello, Mr Prosser!
>
PROSSER: *hopeful* Yes Mr Dent? Have you come to your senses yet?
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *making it up on the spot*
Can we just for a moment assume that I haven't?
PROSSER: *confused* Well?
--
Alex
ARTHUR: And that I'm going to be staying put here till you go away?
PROSSER: *very confused* So?
ARTHUR: *knows what he's doing now, explaining it very carefully*
So you're going to be standing around all day doing nothing.
PROSSER: *dubious* Could be.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *sounding perfectly reasonable, despite talking nonsense*
Well, if you're resigned to standing around doing nothing all
day you don't actually need me here all the time, do you?
PROSSER: *dubious AND confused* Er, no. Not as such.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *still sounding disconcertingly sane*
So if you can just take it as read that I'm actually here, I
could slip off down the pub for half an hour. How does that
sound?
PROSSER: *the faint noise of all reason evaporating, allowing divine*
*inspiriation to enter the resulting vacuum*
Er . . . that sounds . . . very er, reasonable I think Mr Dent.
I'm sure we don't actually need you there for the /whole/ time.
We can just hold up our end of the confrontation.
--
Alex
>>>>
>>>>ARTHUR: *sounding perfectly reasonable, despite talking nonsense*
>>>> Well, if you're resigned to standing around doing nothing
>>>> all day you don't actually need me here all the time, do
>>>> you?
>>>>
>>>
>>>PROSSER: *dubious AND confused* Er, no. Not as such.
>>
>>
>> ARTHUR: *still sounding disconcertingly sane*
>> So if you can just take it as read that I'm actually here, I
>> could slip off down the pub for half an hour. How does that
>> sound?
>>
>
> PROSSER: *the faint noise of all reason evaporating, allowing divine*
>
> *inspiriation to enter the resulting vacuum*
> Er . . . that sounds . . . very er, reasonable I think Mr
> Dent. I'm sure we don't actually need you there for the
> /whole/ time. We can just hold up our end of the
> confrontation.
ARTHUR: *magnanimously* And if you want to pop off for a bit later on I
can always cover for you in return.
PROSSER: *genuinely, but with just a hint of salesman*
Oh, thank you. Yes. That'll be fine Mr Dent. Very kind.
--
Alex
ARTHUR: *almost an afterthought, but really the whole idea*
And of course it goes without saying that you don't try and
knock my house over whilst I'm away.
PROSSER: *shocked* What? Good Lord no Mr Dent. /The mere thought hadn't/
/even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of/
/crossing my mind./
--
Alex
> (Sorry for the delay, I'm spending the day sick in my bed)
Get well
Ob-ref: Just so long as you're not dead for tax reasons...
--
Alex
> iain wrote:
>> Alex Fitzpatrick <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> wrote in news:%
>> 3Lea.4854$lQ4.1...@news20.bellglobal.com:
>>
>>>>
>>>>ARTHUR: *magnanimously* And if you want to pop off for a bit later
on
>>>> I can always cover for you in return.
>>>>
>>>
>>>PROSSER: *genuinely, but with just a hint of salesman*
>>> Oh, thank you. Yes. That'll be fine Mr Dent. Very kind.
>>>
>>
>>
>> ARTHUR: *almost an afterthought, but really the whole idea*
>> And of course it goes without saying that you don't try and
>> knock my house over whilst I'm away.
>>
>
> PROSSER: *shocked* What? Good Lord no Mr Dent. /The mere thought/
> /hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility/
> /of crossing my mind./
ARTHUR: *as an aside, to Ford* Do you think we can trust him?
(Prosser's bit is only in italics to show that it was cut from the
broadcast, you don't need to speak it that way)
Good god, that's one of the best lines in the script.
Well, one of my favorites anyway.
Anyway, I'm done...
--
Alex
> Alex Fitzpatrick <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> wrote in
> news:YTMea.4924$lQ4.1...@news20.bellglobal.com:
>
>> iain wrote:
>>> Alex Fitzpatrick <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> wrote in news:%
>>> 3Lea.4854$lQ4.1...@news20.bellglobal.com:
>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>ARTHUR: *magnanimously* And if you want to pop off for a bit later
> on
>>>>> I can always cover for you in return.
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>>PROSSER: *genuinely, but with just a hint of salesman*
>>>> Oh, thank you. Yes. That'll be fine Mr Dent. Very kind.
>>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> ARTHUR: *almost an afterthought, but really the whole idea*
>>> And of course it goes without saying that you don't try and
>>> knock my house over whilst I'm away.
>>>
>>
>> PROSSER: *shocked* What? Good Lord no Mr Dent. /The mere thought/
>> /hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility/
>> /of crossing my mind./
>
> ARTHUR: *as an aside, to Ford* Do you think we can trust him?
FORD: *convinced* Myself, I'd trust him to the end of the Earth.
> Ford Prefect wrote:
>
>> (Sorry for the delay, I'm spending the day sick in my bed)
>
> Get well
Thank you, I'm trying to.
Especially because I'm celebrating my birthday a month late this
evening.
I'm having a party with another friend who is celebrating *his* 25th
birthday 61 moths late :-)
> Ob-ref: Just so long as you're not dead for tax reasons...
I always wondered how you are revived after that year.
> >>PROSSER: *shocked* What? Good Lord no Mr Dent. /The mere thought/
> >> /hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility/
> >> /of crossing my mind./
> >
> >
> > ARTHUR: *as an aside, to Ford* Do you think we can trust him?
> >
> > (Prosser's bit is only in italics to show that it was cut from the
> > broadcast, you don't need to speak it that way)
> >
>
> Good god, that's one of the best lines in the script.
>
> Well, one of my favorites anyway.
>
And mine too. I've even tried to use it at times.
I'll stop interrupting now, until it's my turn.
--
Nikitta - aa#1759. Apatriot#18.
ICQ# 147028026
Head of the Swedish Inquisition
"Hey, I thought I'd get spanked, not flailed with a rubber chicken." Elroy Willis
>>>>>>
>>>>>>ARTHUR: *magnanimously* And if you want to pop off for a bit later
>>>>>> on I can always cover for you in return.
>>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>PROSSER: *genuinely, but with just a hint of salesman*
>>>>> Oh, thank you. Yes. That'll be fine Mr Dent. Very kind.
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> ARTHUR: *almost an afterthought, but really the whole idea*
>>>> And of course it goes without saying that you don't try and
>>>> knock my house over whilst I'm away.
>>>>
>>>
>>> PROSSER: *shocked* What? Good Lord no Mr Dent. /The mere thought/
>>> /hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest/
>>> /possibility of crossing my mind./
>>>
>>
>> ARTHUR: *as an aside, to Ford* Do you think we can trust him?
>>
>
> FORD: *convinced* Myself, I'd trust him to the end of the Earth.
>
ARTHUR: *worried* Yes, but how far's that?
>>> ARTHUR: *as an aside, to Ford* Do you think we can trust him?
>>>
>>
>> FORD: *convinced* Myself, I'd trust him to the end of the Earth.
>>
>
> ARTHUR: *worried* Yes, but how far's that?
FORD: *impatient* About twelve minutes away. Come on, I need a drink.
Hilsen
Kåre
<snip following dialogue>
Surely Ford should be saying all this, not Arthur? Or is that another
of the flat contradictions between the radio series and everything
else?
Screwtape,
...if so, I'm glad he changed it to Ford - it seems more a wily Ford
thing to say than a bemused Arthur thing to say.
--
___________ ____________________________
| Screwtape | Reply-To: munged on Usenet |________ ______ ____ __ _ _ _
|
| "I've got this brilliant idea but I don't know where it is." -- Beth Allen
|
>>> PROSSER: *hopeful* Yes Mr Dent? Have you come to your senses yet?
>>
>>ARTHUR: *making it up on the spot*
>> Can we just for a moment assume that I haven't?
>
> <snip following dialogue>
>
> Surely Ford should be saying all this, not Arthur? Or is that another
> of the flat contradictions between the radio series and everything
> else?
It most certainly is. In the radio show Arthur is the one convincing
Prosser.
> Screwtape,
> ...if so, I'm glad he changed it to Ford - it seems more a wily Ford
> thing to say than a bemused Arthur thing to say.
I think that's why he changed it, seems more plausible.
Best
>iain <af...@imb.clara.net> writes:
>
>>>> ARTHUR: *as an aside, to Ford* Do you think we can trust him?
>>>>
>>>
>>> FORD: *convinced* Myself, I'd trust him to the end of the Earth.
>>>
>>
>> ARTHUR: *worried* Yes, but how far's that?
>
>FORD: *impatient* About twelve minutes away. Come on, I need a drink.
>
GRAMS NARRATOR BACKGROUND (yes, them again)
NARRATOR: By drink Ford Prefect meant alcohol. The Encyclopaedia
Galactica describes alcohol as a colourless, volatile liquid formed by
the fermentation of sugars, and also notes its intoxicating effect on
certain carbon-based life forms. The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the
Galaxy/ also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in
existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is
like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped
round a large gold brick. The Guide also tells you on which planets
the best Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters are mixed, how much you can
expect to pay for one, and what voluntary organizations exist to help
you rehabilitate.
The man who invented this mind-pummelling drink also invented the
wisest remark ever made, which was this:
'Never drink more than two Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters unless you
are a thirty ton elephant with bronchial pneumonia.'
His name is Zaphod Beeblebrox and we shall learn more of his wisdom
later./ *with knowing smile which is difficult to appreciate on radio*
>Hilsen
In this context, wouldn't 'Pilsen' be more appropriate?
--
D.
We apologise for the inconvenience.
Normal sig will be resumed when we are sure what is normal anyway.
(sound effects can be added as we go along. Everyone is invited to be
a random guest in the bar :-) )
FORD: *A bit impatient* Six pints of bitter. And quickly please, the
world's about to end.
>>Hilsen
>
> In this context, wouldn't 'Pilsen' be more appropriate?
(oh. Did I put that in? Oops. And, yes, it would. How come you are so
learned in the Danish language, og Mighty One)
Sorry. I will not be updating before tomorrow, where I will, slightly
appropriate, probably be hungover.
Best
>Gusty <generalmishmash...@btopenworld.com> writes:
(SFX Random guest in the bar sitting at the bar looks up, looking
askingly, muttering to himself: Hear, hear ... world's about to end,
hicks ...)
till (the next time)
--
[..] but you cannot fight those who oppose freedom by abolishing freedom;
you cannot defend democracy by stopping practicing it. What you call a
"luxury" is exactly what distinguishes the United States of America from
Afghanistan. Take it away, and there will be no more difference.--ICANN-EU
... Till We *) http://www.westermayer.de/till/index.htm
--
Kev
--
Alex
<Pre note: It just had to be done....>
Im sorry to inform you Kevin, You have been dumped, mabey you want to find
someone else to kiss in the next *looks at watch* 9.5 minutes, and no matter
what you hear, please, continue the kiss, itll be a much better
expierience.....
Karl P
--
I've reached this, like, hyperspace, higher plane of cynicism where all
reality and the people in it are a ridiculous pageant for my amusement.
BARMAN: *unwobbled by these stange happenings*
Oh yes, sir? Nice weather for it.
Going to watch the match this afternoon, sir?
FORD: *surprised about this comment* No, no point.
>ano...@froup.com (A Stereotypical Barman) writes:
>
>> On Sun, 23 Mar 2003 01:28:11 GMT, Alex Fitzpatrick
>> <alex_...@nospam.orange-carb.org> sayeth thus:
>>
>>>Kevin Spin wrote:
>>>> "Till Westermayer" <ti...@tillwe.de> wrote in message
>>>> news:8iM-7...@westermayer-74391.user.cis.dfn.de...
>>>>>
>>>>>(SFX Random guest in the bar sitting at the bar looks up, looking
>>>>>askingly, muttering to himself: Hear, hear ... world's about to end,
>>>>>hicks ...)
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> KEVIN RANDOMGUEST (to bored girlfriend): Say, isn't that Douglas Adams
>>>> sitting at the other end of the bar?
>>>>
>>>(SFX Small furry creature from Alpha Centauri skitters unnoticed across
>>>the floor)
>>
>> BARMAN: *unwobbled by these stange happenings*
>> Oh yes, sir? Nice weather for it.
>> Going to watch the match this afternoon, sir?
>
>FORD: *surprised about this comment* No, no point.
BARMAN: *wondering when he can retire*
Foregone conclusion that, you reckon sir? Arsenal without a chance?
FORD: *feeling that this conversation is going nowhere* No, it's just
that world's going to end.
Best
Kåre
>>>>>>>(SFX Random guest in the bar sitting at the bar looks up,
>>>>>>>looking askingly, muttering to himself: Hear, hear ...
>>>>>>>world's about to end, hicks ...)
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> KEVIN RANDOMGUEST (to bored girlfriend): Say, isn't that
>>>>>> Douglas Adams sitting at the other end of the bar?
>>>>>>
>>>>>(SFX Small furry creature from Alpha Centauri skitters
>>>>>unnoticed across the floor)
>>>>
>>>> BARMAN: *unwobbled by these stange happenings*
>>>> Oh yes, sir? Nice weather for it.
>>>> Going to watch the match this afternoon, sir?
>>>
>>>FORD: *surprised about this comment* No, no point.
>>
>> BARMAN: *wondering when he can retire*
>> Foregone conclusion that, you reckon sir? Arsenal without a
>> chance?
>FORD: *feeling that this conversation is going nowhere* No, it's
>just that world's going to end.
(SFX Random guest, louder now, pointing to no one: Did you hear
that! World's going to end!)
till (the next time)
--
"Doesn't everyone ask that question every few days?"
Bertram in af/afda
>[23 Mar 03: Ford (fo...@kaarefc.dk) wrote something]
>
>>>>>>>>(SFX Random guest in the bar sitting at the bar looks up,
>>>>>>>>looking askingly, muttering to himself: Hear, hear ...
>>>>>>>>world's about to end, hicks ...)
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> KEVIN RANDOMGUEST (to bored girlfriend): Say, isn't that
>>>>>>> Douglas Adams sitting at the other end of the bar?
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>(SFX Small furry creature from Alpha Centauri skitters
>>>>>>unnoticed across the floor)
>>>>>
>>>>> BARMAN: *unwobbled by these stange happenings*
>>>>> Oh yes, sir? Nice weather for it.
>>>>> Going to watch the match this afternoon, sir?
>>>>
>>>>FORD: *surprised about this comment* No, no point.
>>>
>>> BARMAN: *wondering when he can retire*
>>> Foregone conclusion that, you reckon sir? Arsenal without a
>>> chance?
>
>>FORD: *feeling that this conversation is going nowhere* No, it's
>>just that world's going to end.
>
>(SFX Random guest, louder now, pointing to no one: Did you hear
>that! World's going to end!)
BARMAN: *not really listening*
Oh yes, sir, so you said. Lucky escape for Arsenal if it did.
FORD: *getting more and more surprised with this earthmans behaviour*
No, not really!
>ano...@froup.com (A Stereotypical Barman) writes:
>
>> On 23 Mar 2003 18:31:00 +0100, ti...@tillwe.de (Till Westermayer)
>> sayeth thus:
>>
>>>[23 Mar 03: Ford (fo...@kaarefc.dk) wrote something]
>>>
>>>>FORD: *feeling that this conversation is going nowhere* No, it's
>>>>just that world's going to end.
>>>
>>>(SFX Random guest, louder now, pointing to no one: Did you hear
>>>that! World's going to end!)
>>
>> BARMAN: *not really listening*
>> Oh yes, sir, so you said. Lucky escape for Arsenal if it did.
>
>FORD: *getting more and more surprised with this earthmans behaviour*
> No, not really!
BARMAN: *changing the subject*
There you are sir, six pints.