  For those of us whove had the sheer pleasure of delving into the quick-reads of Doug Adams, this may upset your digestive tract at one end or another. Seems the man has been contracted to write a screenplay of the first book of his 5 book trilogy, to make it into a feature urlLink film . Could this be? Yes (shaking head). I love films as much as the next geeky bloke. Yet nah!
What was futurama, after all? The guy with no pants is my favorite, Zapp Brannigan. Shit, I remember clearly the day I opened that little book, A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I use the diminutive because it is, after all, a pleasure read and nothing more. No? Send me your doctoral dissertation, and Ill buy you dinner. The day I started and finished this novel transpired within the hallowed walls of the Verona airport in Italy. Flipping Manuela dropped me off there for my 4pm flight to London at 11am. Seems mom had a date with her boyfriend that day, and she wasnt about to be late. So I spent four+ hours on a bench before two-story glass windows opened up on the two runways that make up this aero-metropolis.
With a hangover that even this seasoned drinker was impressed by. My final escape from Italy. A trip that made me weep upon take-off, leading to the proffering of a hanky from the old woman whod Id been friendly with in line. The closing of that paperback almost directly preceded that moment. Spent those couple of hours inventing my next big creative writing endeavor. 
