Aberystwyth (n.) A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.

And so the Universe ended.

Zaphod Beeblebrox, adventurer, ex-hippie, good-timer (crook? quite possibly), manic self-publicist, terrible bad at personal relationships, often thought to be completely out to lunch.

It is folly to say you know what is happening to other people. Only they know, if they exist. They have their own Universes of their own eyes and ears.

Was there a reason behind it? There would be no point in asking Zaphod, he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all: he had turned unfathomability into an art form. He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which.

I wanted to be John Cleese. It took me some time to realise that the job was taken.

In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.