Category: RANTS

Happy Towel Day! Don’t Panic!

Today is the Towel Day! 😀

– Carry a bath towel with you.

– Hang up a sign that reads: “DON’T PANIC!”

– Answer all questions:

“42.” or

“Mostly harmless”,

“Life, the Universe, and Everything”,

“Almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.”; “not entirely unlike”,

“Share and Enjoy”,

“So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish”,

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”,

“Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them around to dinner.”,

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”,

“It is no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase ‘As pretty as an airport’ appear.”,

“Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.”

– Alternatively you might try yourself in some Vogon poetry

Vogon

🙂

“The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels.
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker 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 vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft 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 to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindbogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); 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.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: nonhitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet-weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might have accidentally “lost.”. What the strag will think is that any man that can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.”

Towel Day

Where are the Dukes of yesteryear?

Somewhere between not finding fresh chillies and working out where the breakfast cereals have have migrated to during the refurbishment at the local supermarket, there was a gap in the musak. Well not so much a gap, as a break between the soft-focus FM radio pitch-corrected rubbish that seeped from the speakers in the fettuccine ceiling panels. As if the clouds of modern R&B fluff pollution had parted for a moment and let through a ray of truth and light. And into this break came one song that made me stop. And listen. It’s a song I used to know well, but haven’t listened to for a long time now. I had forgotten how good it was.

So I searched it out on You Tube, and was surprised by the clip that came with it. I found the top-hat, monocle and cape kind of weird; and the gesticulating even weirder. Gene Chandler looks uncomfortable in the get-up, and disconnected from his own movements. It’s a stage-show for a negro, for white guys and house-wives, designed by a committee of white guys in ties. But the song is still great 50 years after Chandler recorded it. How many of today’s radio hits will still be played in the fresh produce department half a century from now? Will there be fresh produce? What is the secret of Soylent Green?

 

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