It’s been quite a time for me recently – my planet has been blown up, I found out my best friend is an alien, I heard dreadful poetry from something called a Vogon, and now I’m on a stolen spaceship with the President of the Galaxy.

There are more important things right now than for me to keep writing in this blog so this will be my final post - I’m off to find a cup of tea on this blasted spaceship. 

Meeting Marvin

Marvin seems to be the only being on board the ship who is more unhappy with the current circumstances than myself. As if meeting my first talking robot wasn’t shocking enough, finding out that he is chronically depressed was quite off-putting. I have to agree with him about these smug doors though – I prefer the ones back on Earth that don’t talk to you or take any pleasure in opening.

Meeting Zaphod

If this is the type of character that gets elected President of the Galaxy, maybe I should have stayed on Earth. Not only is he an arrogant dim wit, but he somehow managed to whisk away the girl of my dreams. I should have known he was not human when he told her at the party “I'm from a different planet.” What kind of line is that?

I mean, look at his campaign video for crying out loud?

http://www.media-file.net/hhgg/zaphod.mov

Meeting Trillian aboard the HOG

Who would have thought that all I needed to do to see the girl of my dreams again was find out my friend was an alien, hitch a ride on a Vogon constructor fleet to escape the destruction of Earth, be tossed from that ship into space only to be picked up by a stolen ship driven by the President of the Galaxy.

Of course, I also find out that the President of the Galaxy happens to be that nitwit from the party. What could she possibly see in that two headed, half-brained nincompoop?

But she is lovely isn't she?

Vogon Poetry

The guide assures me that Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Galaxy. However I can’t imagine anything more vile and painful than listening to a Vogon’s attempts to use “plurdled gabbleblotchits” in a rhyming stanza. Ford appeared to writhe in pain even more than I – maybe because he understood everything they were actually saying.