You can be pottering about
minding your own business cutting some grass and hedges looking for creatures
to do battle with, footprints of Zombies, and evidence of alien life in the
undergrowth, when something will pop up at you like a little beacon. In my case it was a number that sort of popped
up in the garage. You see the nature of my diary and my bumbling about in
cyberspace as the eccentric child of cyberspace, having strange and quirky
adventures means that I can relate to the number forty two rather well. And
there it was staring me in the face in the garage; the number that we all know
represents the answer to life the universe and everything from that book
written by that chap Douglas Adams who interestingly enough was left handed and
owned a rather cool left-handed Watkins Guitar just like myself.
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| Forty Two |
I think what this must imply is
that through my own rather strange tale in the voids of cyberspace I am getting
very close to finally solving the question to the answer that forty two
represents. In other words I am on the brink of discovering what the universe is
finally all about.
In the meantime
however I have decided to go off and find a wild mad beast to draw in the
darkest recesses of the garden. There are creatures out there that man has not
yet set his foot on (sorry his eye on), no hang on probably best to stick you
foot on it first, lets face it most things sting or bite humans although you
cant blame them really, folk keep sticking there feet on them. . . . . . . HAH
HAH AH HH AH HHAH HAHHA HAH HAH HAH HAH HA HAH ah ha hah ah ha ha ha ha hah ah
ah ha ha hah a hah h h hh h ha hah hhahah hah . . . . . . Mum just said IDIOT.
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