Paul Barman employs an aggressive words/second ratio over the Hitchhikers tune.

Rejoice for it is Sunday and you aint got nothin' to do. Except if you I suppose.

I was a tad hungover this morning and my antidote of choice was watching a bit of old school scifi. Of late, Blakes 7 has been my tipple of choice. I was too young to really remember it back in the day, apart from a vague recollection of watching the very last episode (where everyone gets shot) with my father. However I am reveling in it's cynicism.