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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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It was only as the sporty car sped away in the fast lane that he noticed it didn't seem to have any wheels. 'Concentrate!' he told himself. 'Otherwise you start seeing things.'Another jam brought them to a resounding halt just as they reached the Westway fly-over.'Oh no!' groaned Nettie,'We used to have traffic problems like this on Blerontin,' observed The Journalist 'Several million years ago, before intelligent life developed.''Oh shut up!' said Nettie. She couldn't bear self-satisfied aliens who couldn't see any of the good things about Earth. 'This is hopeless. We've only got nine hours left!''Where have we got to get to?''The Earl's Court Road,' Nettie replied.'Shall we take the shortcut?'Nettie looked around, There were no police cars as far as she could see, and the woman in the car behind was picking her fingernails.'Go for it!' she said, and the craft left the fly-over to the amazement of a couple of small children who were on their way to school.'Look, Mum! That car's flying!''Well I never, dear,' said their mother, without taking her eyes off the Hello magazine she was reading. 'Whatever will we see next!'Nettie and The Journalist swooped low over Notting Hill and effected a landing on the south side of Holland Park. Here they waited for their moment, hopped over a closed gate and filtered into the one-way system around Earl's Court.'Eight-thirty!' said Nettie, leaping out of the 'car'. 'You stay here! If I know that scumbag Nigel, he'll still be in bed!'She used her door key to get in, and was soon racing up the stairs to Nigel's flat. She let herself in and immediately fell over a broken ironing board that was lying across the doorway.'Who's that?' called a voice from the bedroom.'It's me!' yelled Nettie, picking herself up and striding into the bedroom.The young girl with whom Nigel was currently in congress tried to pretend she was merely sitting astride a pile of old laundry.'Shit! Nettie!' exclaimed Nigel, making an effort to disguise himself as the pile of old laundry in question by pulling all the sheets around himself. 'I thought you'd been abducted by aliens!'
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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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It was only as the sporty car sped away in the fast lane that he noticed it didn't seem to have any wheels. 'Concentrate!' he told himself. 'Otherwise you start seeing things.'Another jam brought them to a resounding halt just as they reached the Westway fly-over.'Oh no!' groaned Nettie,'We used to have traffic problems like this on Blerontin,' observed The Journalist 'Several million years ago, before intelligent life developed.''Oh shut up!' said Nettie. She couldn't bear self-satisfied aliens who couldn't see any of the good things about Earth. 'This is hopeless. We've only got nine hours left!''Where have we got to get to?''The Earl's Court Road,' Nettie replied.'Shall we take the shortcut?'Nettie looked around, There were no police cars as far as she could see, and the woman in the car behind was picking her fingernails.'Go for it!' she said, and the craft left the fly-over to the amazement of a couple of small children who were on their way to school.'Look, Mum! That car's flying!''Well I never, dear,' said their mother, without taking her eyes off the Hello magazine she was reading. 'Whatever will we see next!'Nettie and The Journalist swooped low over Notting Hill and effected a landing on the south side of Holland Park. Here they waited for their moment, hopped over a closed gate and filtered into the one-way system around Earl's Court.'Eight-thirty!' said Nettie, leaping out of the 'car'. 'You stay here! If I know that scumbag Nigel, he'll still be in bed!'She used her door key to get in, and was soon racing up the stairs to Nigel's flat. She let herself in and immediately fell over a broken ironing board that was lying across the doorway.'Who's that?' called a voice from the bedroom.'It's me!' yelled Nettie, picking herself up and striding into the bedroom.The young girl with whom Nigel was currently in congress tried to pretend she was merely sitting astride a pile of old laundry.'Shit! Nettie!' exclaimed Nigel, making an effort to disguise himself as the pile of old laundry in question by pulling all the sheets around himself. 'I thought you'd been abducted by aliens!'
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