DON'T PANIC!

I forgot to mention in yesterdays blip that I won two tickets to go out tonight! I did this to keep an air of surprise ...

Tonight we were at Saint David's Hall, Babel Fishes in ears to see The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy - The Radio Show. I won two tickets on twitter by simply answering the question "Who wrote the Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy?". The answer is of course, the much missed, Douglas Adams.

It wasn't performed as a play, but as an actual radio show, with the actors reading into microphones, and someone creating the sound effects. There was also a live band providing the soundtrack. I had the signature tune to the show as a ear worm all the way home!

Like a lot of people, me and H2G2 (the shortened version of having to type Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy) go back a long way. All the way back to my school days, and the TV show. I listened to the radio show much later (even though that came first), and read the books later (I think we are up to part three of the increasingly inaccurately entitled trilogy now). Like most people in the hall I was two lines ahead of the script at most times. ;o)

The books have been a wonderfully inspirational bit of silliness for me (and lots of other people), and I like to think my writing style has a little bit of Douglas Adams in it.

The show featured the original actors for Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect, and it is a real thought stopper that I was sat there seeing perform something live, that I first watched probably thirty years ago!

An utterly enjoyable night in which we almost discovered the answer to life, the universe and everything ... had I not forgotten my towel ...

For my previous homage to Douglas Adams and all things H2G2 please see this blip from 42 Day - 10/10/10.

“A towel, [The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy] says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy