Hey there, space travelers, and happy Towel Day!
Today’s occasion pays tribute to one of my favourite writers, Douglas Adams; specifically his Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series, or H2G2 if you truly are a hoopy frood and sass your galactic travel books.
Making sure that you know where your towel is can mean the difference between living another day and dying a slow and agonisingly juxtaposed death by Vogon poetry, so make sure it’s always by your side, round your neck or up your sleeve!
Now, time really is getting on and it won’t be long before my house is bulldozed to the ground in order for a bypass to be built, but none of that matters because the Earth’s going to be reduced to vapour even sooner. I’ve got my guide, my towel, a Babel fish in my ear and a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster in my hand, time for this frood to jump the old blue dot.
Oh, and when you meet God, tell him I said “42”, he’ll understand.
Laters, Earth men (and women)!