Hey there hoopy froods

Forgot to talk about this, but yesterday was the 42nd anniversary of the first episode of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy going out on radio. (There is a particular reason why this random seeming anniversary is worth celebrating.)

I’m a huge H2G2 fan. Huge. I remember the first time I read the book. I was blown away by how funny it was and just how good Adams wordplay was. I’ve read all five books in the trilogy, watched the TV series, got out of work early to go see the film and got strange looks listening to the radio series in my phone in public (with headphones, naturally.)

I love the characters.  Arthur Dent, being flung around space and time in his pajamas and dressing gown, wanting nothing more than a good cup of tea.  Ford Prefect who isn’t from Guilford but a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelegeuse.  Trillion, who with her two degrees decided running off with an alien was better than going down the job centre.  Zaphod Beeblebrox, the two headed, three armed alien who is both uniquely unsuited and uniquely suited to being President of the Galaxy (he’s just this guy, you know).  And, of course, Marvin.  The paranoid android with a terrible pain in all the diodes on his left side.

If you haven’t been introduced to it and you have a love of strange British humour, I highly recommend it.

Happy anniversary to Hitchhikers guide and RIP Douglas Noel Adams. He was a hoopy frood who really knew where his towel was.

I’m off to Milliways.

Will