In something more than eight hours I’ll get out of here, sidle up to a nearby bar and ask for “Three pints of bitter. And quickly please, the world’s about to end.”
I’ve got my towel and copy of the Hitchhiker’s Guide safely ensconced in a satchel and soon to be joined by at least two packets of peanuts.
Are you ready?
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