1 week to go, so how many sleeps is that? Hmm, no idea besides I’m way too excited to count or even sleep let alone search the internets on ways to prepare my towel for its big outing! (A quick soak in wool mix then rinse, then hung in the shade to dry might do the trick)
Sunday 25th of May
Gateway Plaza Shopping Centre Warrnambool
We perform at 1pm, so meet at the rear entrance foyer (near Best and Less) at 12.30.
WHAT TO BRING?
Your Music, your Uke (please leave your bags in the car), some kind of crazy colourful costume (ie what we normally wear performing) and most importantly a TOWEL! (AND please remember tomorrow night is your last chance to put your name down for this performance, as there are limited spots available, so first in best dressed)
WHAT IS TOWEL DAY?
Towel Day is an annual celebration on the 25th of May, as a tribute to the late Douglas Adams (1952-2001) Author of amongst other works “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy”. On that day, fans around the universe proudly carry a towel in his honour. Towel day is quickly becoming a much storied tradition in some literary circles just like “Blooms Day” and “Robbie Burns Night”
WHY A TOWEL?
From the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker 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-tohand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly 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.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase which has passed into hitch hiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)
FINALLY WHY IN ALL THE GALAXY WOULD ANYONE CARRY A TOWEL, DRESS UP SILLY, PLAY A RIDICULOUS INSTRUMENT SUCH AS THE UKULELE, SING SONGS WITH THE WORD ‘TOWEL’ UNACCOUNTABLY SWAPPED FOR MUCH MORE SENSIBLE LYRICS ALL IN THE FULL VIEW OF THE PUBLIC?