Near
the end of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, spaceship B lands on (we
find out eventually) Earth (because Eddie’s in the space-time continuum) (don’t
ask) (well you can but it is of infinite improbability that you will receive an
answer), and Arthur refuses to come to the conclusion that we are all descended
from the advertising account executives and hairdressers in said spaceship B,
most likely because of drinking too much of a beverage that was almost, but not
quite, totally unlike tea.
The
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is at last a movie. I can’t wait to see if it is
almost, but not quite, totally unlike the book.