Happy Towel Day!

Morag

What are you doing to mark the occasion?

I am planning on forcing my little vogons to watch the tV series.

Zaph

Sharrow wrote: »

What are you doing to mark the occasion?

I am planning on forcing my little vogons to watch the tV series.

Resistance is futile

Toto Wolfcastle

I'll probably spend the day punishing one of the mods of this forum with vogon poetry for forgetting that it is Towel Day.

Jacksquat

Happy Towel Day all. 25+5+12= The answer

MugMugs

It's nearly time folks! Have my towel picked out and all! Presume you all take your towel to work?

Zaph

I have my own personalised towel with the number 42 on it. If I think of it I'll post a picture tomorrow.

Steve

I'm having mine cleaned for the occasion!

Zaph

Steve wrote: »

I'm having mine cleaned for the occasion!

It's amazing how quickly that time of the year comes around, isn't it?

Steve

Yeah, there's a term for that, it's called getting old I think..

MugMugs

Steve wrote: »

Yeah, there's a term for that, it's called getting old I think..

We fall on a saturday this year. Shall look quite odd in the Supermarket!

Zaph

My towel

MugMugs

Zaph wrote: »

My towel

Oh Zaph !

That's awesome but......... there's a simpson clip appropriate to this too

Zaph

In my experience there's a Simpsons clip appropriate to just about everything.

ado100

I spilt something that tastes almost, but not quite like tea on my towel so it's now pegged to the line and flapping in the breeze in the way bricks don't!

Jacksquat

Happy Towel Day!

Zaph

Happy Towel Day

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker 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 miniraft 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 avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); 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 hitchhiker 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.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Chapter 3)

Zaph

Happy Towel Day!