Life… is like a grapefruit. It’s orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.
Ahhhhh, boot, I miss him, too. I cried at the end of the film, when his face is the last thing you see when the ship hits the Infinite Improbability Drive.
I cried at that moment too. So did my Mum (she went with me).
When people asked if I liked the film I said “of course I did, it’s the last thing he was involved in”.
Re the grapefruit, it even tastes better if you take a little time to separate the segments (leaving skin on) and then to trickle/spread honey on top (to taste) and put it under the grill. Yummo.
As for Douglas Adams, love his work AND do you know, that the other night there was a person who had no inkling, not one idea, nada, none, zip as to why the rest of us thought that the best fortune in any of the cookies was ‘42’. They did not get it. Not even when we said, ‘you know, Douglas Adams?!’, then, ‘Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy???’*sigh*.
Doofus. (The person who didn’t know about 42, not grudknows).