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TheContinuing Journey Of This Fool


So,Listen Close And Lend Your Eyes
AndYou Can Read A Tale Or Two
OfThis Hedonistic, Altruistic,Alien And Fool...

The Story SoFar...

We re-join our intrepidtraveller explorer, searching for his brain, on a small Planet in the LooniusMaximus Galaxy. It is situated in the Quadrant known throughout theKnown Universe as; Loonius MegaMiniMumLiarse.

The SpaceDate is42 Blimms past a spliff, corresponding roughly to Earth Date 1987 and atad. On arrival, he used his personal MitsoSonyTendoSamsung modelMS 3.1 Transmogrifier and DOS 7.1 fifty band Graphic Equalizer Mega - Maxi- Brain - Blaster; the very latest in State of The Art travel accessoriesfor the seasoned explorer. This should have made his external appearancevirtually indistinguishable from the most intelligent life - form on thePlanet. However, due to the loss, or, rather, the theft of his brainby the evil ' Sane - ites ! ' he miss - entered his PIN number and theTransmogrifier not only blasted him with 3 Zillion decibels of 'Terry Wogan Singsalonga The Sex Pistololeros ! ' but, also short circuited,mutating him horrifically, externally at least, into an almost perfectclone of one of the Upright Bipeds infecting the Planet. these weirdcreatures appear to be known to each other as ' Hue-ming Be-ans !'. At least, some of them are !

Another unfortunateside - effect of the aforementioned short - circuit, resulted in our intrepidexplorer suffering almost total amnesia as to his origin. All heseems to remember is - he only crash landed on the Planet and he must findhis brain. Without it he cannot continue his search for THE question. He knows the answer is 42 but can't remember the question !

He has, for themoment, lost all contact with his HomeBase and cannot remember the re-callsignal. This would instantly revert him back to his real identity,outside and in and recover him instantly from his predicament.

" Beam Me Up , Scottie! " doesn't work ! Neither does " Mork Calling Orsen ! Shazbat! Heavy Vibes Down Here Man ! Gemme The Hell outta here pretty damnquick Your Wonderfullness ! " Sometimes he lapses into thinking he mightactually be a ' Hue-ming Be-an ' but, quickly realizes, as he observestheir behaviour, that he can't be, at least he hopes not !

Very occasionally,whilst on the Planet, he meets fellow visitors of various origins. None so far, have been able to solve the two most pressing problems puzzlinghim at this time; where to find his brain and how the Hell to get out ofwhat he has come to call ' Stuck Here In TerreBellum ! ' - S. H.I. T. for short !

Every day, as theSun goes down and darkness envelopes the land - transmissions are muchclearer at night, if you are lucky, you might just catch him, crying outat the top of his telepathic voice " Beam Me Up And Gemme The Hell OuttaThis S. H. I. T., It's All I Can Stands, I Cain't Stand No More ! ".....

As we re - joinhim, he has hit upon the only decent idea he's had since the loss of hisbrain. To make a log of his time there, detailing his experiences,expressions and observations and some of his thoughts. He lives inhope that, some day, some way, a passing visitor will hear, see or readthe log, or, part of it, recognize him for what he might be and tell himthe re-call signal to get him outta the S. H. I. T. ! ! !

Currently at SpaceDate42.000,000,000,000,000,000,0011/2 blimms pasta spliff ( 2000 and a splot ) - he is still there !