Letter from the editor, Pt. 1...

Dear Douglas Adams,

I know you are deceased, and that's sad. However, you were a writer, and you now have a "much-anticipated blockbuster" coming out. Since you were a writer, and this takes a certain amount of ego, humility and general sense of affability, you are probably in Heaven reading the internet for any mention of yourself. In fact, of this I'm fairly certain.

Allow me then to tell you that, thanks to you, my fiance has decided he must learn about Cricket. I got out of the shower one night last week only to find him glued to the India/Somewhere else match, and then had to listen to half an hour of garbled rules. These garbled rules, incidentally, sound like a very confused game that school boys make up from one recess to another, never quite remembering exactly what they had made up at last break.

I know that the rules thing isn't your fault, but Cosmo's desperate need to suddenly understand it can definately be traced back to his re-reading of the Hitchhiker books in anticipation of aforementioned "much-anticipated blockbuster."

With fondness and admiration, coupled with a desire that this hadn't happened,

Wanda