I hate to suggest that that is because the 'common bacteria' caught them before the cancer could.
In todays (UK) newspaper the obituaries were full of Terry Wogan and 3 pages given to him...well deserved. (My Mother's family were from Limerick). But also were obits. for four or five who reached well over 90; the highest was 107 and the next was 97......there is no evidence that many people lived that long even 50 years ago.
In todays (UK) newspaper the obituaries were full of Terry Wogan and 3 pages given to him...well deserved. (My Mother's family were from Limerick). But also were obits. for four or five who reached well over 90; the highest was 107 and the next was 97......there is no evidence that many people lived that long even 50 years ago.
."Alright so I'm panicking, what else is there to do?"
"You just come along with me and have a good time. The Galaxy's a fun
place. You'll need to have this fish in your ear."
"I beg your pardon?" asked Arthur, rather politely he thought.
Ford was holding up a small glass jar which quite clearly had a small
yellow fish wriggling around in it. Arthur blinked at him. He wished there
was something simple and recognizable he could grasp hold of. He would
have felt safe if alongside the Dentrassi underwear, the piles of
Squornshellous mattresses and the man from Betelgeuse holding up a small
yellow fish and offering to put it in his ear he had been able to see just
a small packet of corn flakes. He couldn't, and he didn't feel safe.
Suddenly a violent noise leapt at them from no source that he could
identify. He gasped in terror at what sounded like a man trying to gargle
whilst fighting off a pack of wolves.
"Shush!" said Ford. "Listen, it might be important."
"Im... important?"
"It's the Vogon captain making an announcement on the T'annoy."
"You mean that's how the Vogons talk?"
"Listen!"
"But I can't speak Vogon!"
"You don't need to. Just put that fish in your ear."
Ford, with a lightning movement, clapped his hand to Arthur's ear,
and he had the sudden sickening sensation of the fish slithering deep into
his aural tract. Gasping with horror he scrabbled at his ear for a second
or so, but then slowly turned goggle-eyed with wonder. He was experiencing
the aural equivalent of looking at a picture of two black silhouetted
faces and suddenly seeing it as a picture of a white candlestick. Or of
looking at a lot of coloured dots on a piece of paper which suddenly
resolve themselves into the figure six and mean that your optician is
going to charge you a lot of money for a new pair of glasses.
He was still listening to the howling gargles, he knew that, only now
it had taken on the semblance of perfectly straightforward English.
"You just come along with me and have a good time. The Galaxy's a fun
place. You'll need to have this fish in your ear."
"I beg your pardon?" asked Arthur, rather politely he thought.
Ford was holding up a small glass jar which quite clearly had a small
yellow fish wriggling around in it. Arthur blinked at him. He wished there
was something simple and recognizable he could grasp hold of. He would
have felt safe if alongside the Dentrassi underwear, the piles of
Squornshellous mattresses and the man from Betelgeuse holding up a small
yellow fish and offering to put it in his ear he had been able to see just
a small packet of corn flakes. He couldn't, and he didn't feel safe.
Suddenly a violent noise leapt at them from no source that he could
identify. He gasped in terror at what sounded like a man trying to gargle
whilst fighting off a pack of wolves.
"Shush!" said Ford. "Listen, it might be important."
"Im... important?"
"It's the Vogon captain making an announcement on the T'annoy."
"You mean that's how the Vogons talk?"
"Listen!"
"But I can't speak Vogon!"
"You don't need to. Just put that fish in your ear."
Ford, with a lightning movement, clapped his hand to Arthur's ear,
and he had the sudden sickening sensation of the fish slithering deep into
his aural tract. Gasping with horror he scrabbled at his ear for a second
or so, but then slowly turned goggle-eyed with wonder. He was experiencing
the aural equivalent of looking at a picture of two black silhouetted
faces and suddenly seeing it as a picture of a white candlestick. Or of
looking at a lot of coloured dots on a piece of paper which suddenly
resolve themselves into the figure six and mean that your optician is
going to charge you a lot of money for a new pair of glasses.
He was still listening to the howling gargles, he knew that, only now
it had taken on the semblance of perfectly straightforward English.
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Galaxy is a fun place, but some places are funnier than others. Earth is an oxymoronic place. So much fun and sadnes at the same time. In fact, as much as I think about life, it comes to being able to avoid sh*t as much as possible, by trying not to beat the in wrong place at a wrong time. Sadly some of us are in wrong place by default, and the river is flowing anyway. That't why we are trying to ocasionaly interrupt the sh*t and catch a bit of sunshine among black hairy holes...or read forums a bit...or listening to some drek speakers...
But most important, don't listen to Vogons sing
Now I gotta go...and wash some dishes or something worse than black hole sucking our galaxy can happen. Probably you know what I mean. Or not.
If the above didn't make any sense, don't worry.
P.s. where is my towel?
But most important, don't listen to Vogons sing
Now I gotta go...and wash some dishes
or something worse than black hole sucking our galaxy can happen. Probably you know what I mean. Or not.If the above didn't make any sense, don't worry.
P.s. where is my towel?
I interrupted sh*t yesterday with a filter adjustment for my mass loaded transmission line 15XA38Nd. Came home early from work, did the adjustment in the HP and smack there was the snare punch all over the place. I only left the sofa for an occational tea-boil and suddenly after a DaftPunk full discography walkthrough it was way after midnight. Went to bed with a smile and woke up with a smile.
