Ford Prefect: How would you react if I told you that I’m not from Guildford after all, but from a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse?
Arthur Dent: I don’t know. Why? Do you think it’s the sort of thing you’re likely to say?
Ford Prefect: Drink up. The world’s about to end.
Arthur Dent: This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Why Rhino House?
“The boys were all feeling rough
Dear God we’d all had enough……
And the dressing room was filthy & cold
With orange wallpaper, 40 years old.
It stank like a Rhino House.”
Who is the jester figure?
His name is Hugo, & no, I don’t know why he looks miserable.
What is a charivari & why is ThursdayAgain almost one?
1. a discordant mock serenade (often to newlyweds), made with instruments & mock-instruments such as pans, kettles, etc. Usually delivered in the form of a parade.
2. a confused noise; din
[from French, from Late Latin caribaria headache, from Greek karēbaria, from karē head + barus heavy].
As a blog, ThursdayAgain has the advantage of only being a very small din, is only mildly confused (or concussed, if you prefer) & can be enjoyed indoors – hence “almost”.
Should I take advice from the Agony Aunts or plan based on the ThursdayAgain horoscopes?
Do try & keep up……
It took the best part of 30 years to find the ending for this. So belated thanks to Jonathon Clifford and Spike Milligan – who knew anyway.
Out beyond the last horizon
Girdled by Greeks’ Ocean stream
Lies the Heartland
Shining through the darkest dreams.
Words of fire carved on mountains
Incantations on its’ winds
Bitter red run all its’ rivers
With the blood that ransomed sin.
Its’ hearths and halls through nights of Winter
Bear the weight of Heaven’s tears
Raining grief that lasts forever
Down uncounted lonely years.
Out beyond the last horizon or lost within
It’s all the same
Every night the Heartland calls me
But I shall not go there again.
In retrospect Janesh was lucky that the governments “improved literacy” programme coincided with the WWF’s efforts to enhance the relationship between the local population and the few remaining elephants living wild in the bush. In fact the savings from his salary for teaching what he described as “the indigenous illiterate population” and the stipend from the WWF, for what he called “cultural assimilation,” allowed him to buy-up the local land which he turned into a mall with extensive parking and the first in a global chain of “Jumboburger” fast-food franchises. This is the last known photograph of Janesh and one of his students sharing extracts from “The Art of the Deal” before the herd disappeared.
Looking back at the Trump Presidency it became clear that his refusal to believe in or act upon the effects of climate change directly resulted in the failure of his “Trump Wall of the Americas” to keep out large numbers of migrant workers; who simply floated over the border and became a permanent feature of the new Trump Spa centres and Trump Water Sports parks that replaced most of what had once been known as Texas.
A truly superb explanation for something we have all experienced at some point.
Amazing art and an interesting view of the world.