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?