What to do when faced with seventy armed Hollixes?

Zaphod Beeblebrox had always known something was wrong with his head. Like it had been cut open and then sewn together again, but not very efficiently. The threads used were perhaps what poor Scottish weavers in the 18th century used for patching up kilts. No wonder Zaphod often had the feeling that a bagpipe was playing somewhere around him.

Rechristening

Yeah so I'm renaming this blog Infinite Improbability Drive. You'd know what that means if you've read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Interestingly, now the name also shortens to IID, pronounce-iable as id, which in Fruedian terms is that part of the brain which governs the baser instincts. Cheers!

In Defence of Hair

Yeah, it's not a haystack, it's my hair. No, I did not get it curled or puffed. Yeah, humidity does that to it. Yes, I do get haircuts. 

Stacey's Warning

Hello. My name is Stacey. I am 15 years old and I am beat up by my parents every night. I have bloodshot eyes and moldy hair. I killed my mother. My lips are cut and my nose is broken. This is my story.