“A doctor, a logician and a marine biologist had also just arrived, flown in at phenomenal expense from Maximegalon to try to reason with the lead singer who had locked himself in the bathroom with a bottle of pills and was refusing to come out till it could be proved conclusively to him that he wasn’t a fish. The bass player was busy machine-gunning his bedroom and the drummer was nowhere on board.

Frantic inquiries led to the discovery that he was standing on a beach on Santraginus V over a hundred light years away where, he claimed, he had been happy for over half an hour now and had found a small stone that would be his friend.”

I found this stone today on the beach of Punta del Este, Uroguay. As I started to talk to him, my Babel fish fell out of my ear right into a crabs mouth and suddenly a loud laughing between the fish and that stone made me shiver. As the crab shouted with a Vogonian accent “Resistance is futile! Resistance is futile!” I started running, stompled and forget hidding the ground. Now I lost the fish but I appreciated the whole scenery from above! Strange adventures in going abroad!

i do hope you have a towel with you!

towel at a beach is basic

maybe he’ll be there next time. you have the guy throwing a glass though.

that’ll work!

thank you, re the panning, only one word: m-autopan.

Thank you very much friend , just downloaded it.
peace