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This is the Church of Hitchhikertology, a religion based on the sacred texts and radio plays of our prophet Douglas Adams.

This faith will enrich your life* and widen your perception of the universe.

So long and thanks for all the fish.

*Based on the pseudo-scientific principal of laughter being the best medicine.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Knowing Where Your Towel Is


Always Know where your towel is.

All true Hitch hikers can at a moments notice produce at least one towel and many carry more than one.

The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of towels.

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value, you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you, daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might
accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

As you can see no hitch hiker alive today would be caught dead without their towel, (and many hitch hikers are buried, cremated, blowen up or otherwise disposed of holding their favourite towel).

"Knowing where your towel is" is the first of the all important Pillars of Hitch-hikertology.

A Guide entry on towels
More pedestrian uses for towels (for froods and non-froods alike)



So long and thanks for all the fish

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