Farewell dear Douglas. I wafted through my early days at University on the cloud of air that emanated from my weekly radio dose of the Hitch Hikers Guide. I still think that the words on the page can never live up to the excitement of waiting for the next week's radio programme, better by far than squeeky clean, infinitive splitting,non interfering "Star Trek" or lavishly produced "Star Wars". It was the off-the-wall humour and whiff of anarchy that made "The Guide" so special for those of us at the end of our spiral arm of the Galaxy, close to a second rate sun. I will always know where my towel is. Thanks for all the fish.

Sincere condolences to Max.