I say old chap, A bit rum, donchaknow……….Still We’ve got a Flag which sort of says it all. Really. I remember a time when the Jolly Old Fiery Furnace never went down on our parade, despite The Reign. Talking Rubbish now, what? Still, you got to hand it to us Brits, butt, I suppose we are a bit-of-a-joke now. Please be upstanding for Freddie Mercury who grew up in Feltham near the YOI. Well ive been a bit confused for some time know, rambling on inanely…..Still such is life, such is life………….
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was an English writer, dramatist, and musician. He is best known as the author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, which started life in 1978 as a BBC radio comedy before developing into a “trilogy” of five books that sold over 15 million copies in his lifetime, a television series, several stage plays, comics, a computer game, and in 2005 a feature film. Adams’ contribution to UK radio is commemorated in The Radio Academy’s Hall of Fame.
A Eulogy
Man the maker looks at his world and says, “So who made this, then?” Who made this?—you can see why it’s a treacherous question. Early man thinks, “Well, because there’s only one sort of being I know about who makes things, whoever made all this must therefore be a much bigger, much more powerful and necessarily invisible, one of me, and because I tend to be the strong one who does all the stuff, he’s probably male.” And so we have the idea of a God. Then, because when we make things, we do it with the intention of doing something with them, early man asks himself, “If he made it, what did he make it for?” Now the real trap springs, because early man is thinking, “This world fits me very well. Here are all these things that support me and feed me and look after me; yes, this world fits me nicely,” and he reaches the inescapable conclusion that whoever made it, made it for him.
He was a staunch atheist, famously imagining a sentient puddle who wakes up one morning and thinks, “This is an interesting world I find myself in—an interesting hole I find myself in—fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!” The biologist Richard Dawkins dedicated his book, The God Delusion, to Adams, writing on his death that, “Science has lost a friend, literature has lost a luminary, the mountain gorilla and the black rhino have lost a gallant defender.”
and in Nairobi well she said she oh dear better not mention Bangkok then and anyway 3 years isn't the same as being marr ....damnabout 3 hours agofrom web
