Today is Towel Day, folks!
The day we all stop for a moment, grab our towels and reflect on the genius that was Douglas Adams. If you’ve never read Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy get thee to the library immediately. It’s funny Sci-fi! I know, you think that’s an oxymoron but I promise you it isn’t.
Why towels? Because as the Guide tells us:
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker 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 mini raft 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 to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindbogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); 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.
So grab your towel and thank someone for all the fish.
I also happened to love the film they made, though I hear many did not. Their loss. Let’s trip the Light Fantastic, baby, just you and me.