I remember listening to hhgttg on my parent's kitchen radio as a young child. I didnt't get much of the humour but the episodes were still a marvel to me: just

I remember listening to hhgttg on my parent's kitchen radio as a young child. I didnt't get much of the humour but the episodes were still a marvel to me: just bursting and fizzing with ideas and fun. I bought the book with pocket money in '79 when it came out - I remember the kind of oilslick-pattern cover, and being secretly pleased that no-one I knew had heard of it. I read it until it fell apart. His proof of the non-existence of god was probably my first Mobius loop, at least until I discovered Hofstadter in the library. Teenage me was unexpectedly charmed by So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish and was perhaps a little hopeful of meeting someone like Fenchurch one day. So, a part of my nerd hustory I guess - albeit not something I've thought about for a while. Thank you Mr Adams.