Author: Douglas Adams & John Lloyd | Page Count: 146
A revised and expanded version of the previous edition, which was called simply The Meaning of Liff (1983). It’s a dictionary of things there aren't any words for yet. All those little hells that torment us each day and the simple pleasures that make life bearable are accounted for. It’s impossible to describe properly, so a few examples will have to suffice. (There should be a word to describe writing a review about a book that is impossible to describe properly.)
- Gulberwick (n.): The small particle that you always think you've got stuck at the back of your throat after you've been sick.
- Acklins (pl. n.): The odd twinges you get in parts of your body when you scratch other parts.
If you know Douglas Adams' work you'll know that he labours over every word, sometimes for days. If you're new to his brand of humour, this is a good place to start. If you happen to be Scottish (that's not an insult) you'll find even more to laugh about than the rest of us.
- Skibbereen (n.): The noise made by a sunburned thigh leaving a plastic chair.
- Keele (n.): The horrible smell caused by washing ashtrays.
You can read half a page with a minor titter or maybe a half-smile, and then without warning you'll piss yourself royally at a particularity poignant and wry observation. It’s perfect for leaving in the shitter for those times when you expect to be two minutes but end up twiddling your thumbs for twenty minutes with nary a toot from your anus. Curses!
5 doses of best medicine out of 5