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Posted Jan 22, 2004 by Psycorp Six-Oh-Three (This bit goes in the brackets)
Can someone explain this curious phenomena to me? From what I can gather they were a reasearcher who asked how to cancel their account and never cancelled again!
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Posted Jan 22, 2004 by  2legs -- Help, I'm a rock.
Something like that which led to all kinds of Strangely spurious? Or spuriously strange? happenings, and indeed still does, and is often superphiloursly something. maybe,
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Posted Jan 22, 2004 by 2legs -- Help, I'm a rock.
The only way to get to real grips with it is to read the 'cancel' thread, all the way through, as one researcher has just done, and she has found the truth 
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Posted Jan 22, 2004 by Reddyfreddy
If you read the Cancel conversation from posts 1 to 2650, then you will be well on the path to enlightment. Yea, verily so lettuce spry
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Posted Jan 22, 2004 by Psycorp Six-Oh-Three (This bit goes in the brackets)
2000+ posts? I'm not that devout! Nighthoover shall forever remain a mystery to me....
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Posted Jan 22, 2004 by 2legs -- Help, I'm a rock.
But, you will never know otherwise.
and knowledge is power.
Enpower yourself
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by Count Zero
Besides that, your ignorance of things nighthooverly has began yet anohther nighthoover thread. 
Thusly, You are most nighthooverly and therefore should be compelled to see what you have started and at least scan through the grate thread thet is "Cancel". You have butr beguon on the path to nighthhooverology, mispeld posts and random rantings...
Beware of the dust bunnies and the loess leapords
Lettuce spray mhhhrrly
And there was much rejoicing...      
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by 2legs -- Help, I'm a rock.
Let me say only this.
This this this this this this this this.
No seriouslynessly.
Let me tell a tale, which may, through its myandering may reveal something of th e path, and fortune that awaits at the end.
There was, not that long ago, a simple man, not simple of mind, by any stretch of the underware elastic, but simple in living. He aimed for good in what he did, and tried to see the good in the work of others. His name was of no particular significence to his tale, and so we shall not say it here.
He worked, a rather hard, earnest and methodical and tirelessly faithful worker, if I may say, in a factory.
Now, this wasn't a factory concerned with making lots of cruedly recycled animal protein, and neither did It concern the sealing of envelopes or making of vast numbers of phone calls. He made furnature.
He was a carpenteer.
He lived through his work, and through him, his work lived.
He made chairs, and tables, cupboards, and desks, stools and tool boxs, drawers and all manns of small things, from bowls, to chopping boards, and coat hanging devices, to coat stands.
In all his work, was clearly evident the forethought and sincerity with which he approched the task; whatever that task may be, from the loness of a three legged stool, to the grandure of a twenty four seater table and chair set, embelished with a family creast.
He worked for many years, and made much.
And at home, he did raise, and care for his family, and tenderly educate and nurture his children, with the assistance of his whife.
One Wednesday morning, he crossed over the road to wher ehe worked, and got hit by the number 32 bus, and died.
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by Footbacon
Ask not whom is Nighthoover, but of what Nighthoover can do for you, he lives on within us all and we shall wait until the blessed day that he returns, for on that day we shall be joyful, happy, content and we shall drink much which never reaches the bottom of the cup Amen Luttuce spry
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by 2legs -- Help, I'm a rock.
For is it not in nighthoover that we seek eternal opening hours and herrilment and myrth, and never emptying barrels of with the hangers on and the late night kebab, oh yea, for it is after pub closing, and before sunrise, that we do dispense of the dust and then awake the next day, and drink again, and yea, many a holden old thing banashes, wayward so, but mhrrily do we spry, and quaff a quantity of in the name of Bob, nighthoover, and Winstone Blubberhouse, oh yea, or that is so
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by Ictoan S.H.A.D.O.W. Secretary - AWE - WAWi
It really is about time a new rule was added to the house rules saying something like
"thou shalt not enquireas to who nighthoover is nor as to what the rules are for Mornington Crescent"
It would save a lot of server space!
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by Footbacon
absolutely! couldn't agree with you more Ictoan! I completely agree that there should be no more of this ubiquitous (e.g. important sounding, big word) rubbish, scattered around and quite frankly clogging up the whole ask hootoo.
but its quite nice to praise the wondrousness of Nighthoover to newcomers and is Mornington Crescent just for people who know the train routes of nodnoL because i have no idea 
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by Syren
I was also completely confused by this Nighthoover when I first came across him. As far as I can tell he was a researcher who wanted to cancel his H2G2 account and then just disappeared, and now there is a belief among a scarily large number of researchers that he is some sort of prophet.
I have managed to gather this much without reading the thread 'cancel'.
However I still have not worked out the rules to Mornington Crescent.
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by 2legs -- Help, I'm a rock.
Well thats about right, and much nonsense and random gibberish goes on in the cancal thread... and other threads concerned with teh mighty diety nighthoover, the one true son of the one true Bob.... Oh yea, mhrrily so, lettuce spry, etc., etc.,
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by clzoomer- "The TV business is a cruel and shallow money trench. A long plastic hallway where pimps and thieves run free and good men die like dogs. There is also a negative side."
Consider if you will the zen like meditation of hoovering in the night. The floor in front lit by the light of the hoover, an ever expanding v of diminishing light in the dim room. Consider the creation of cleanliness in a dearth of dust and lint. The rhythmic motion of the hoover matched by the gentle swivel of the hips and extension and retraction of the arm, hypnotic and engaging. The creation of light and cleanliness in an obscured, dusty universe. Consider the gentle words of nighthoover, the resignation and childlike innocence. Is it any wonder we prays Nighthoover?
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Posted Jan 23, 2004 by 2legs -- Help, I'm a rock.
Praise be for only in our meditation of night time hoovering can we claim to be closer to cleanliness and as we rid ourselves, in teh dark of the dank dark dust and other dispicible things that do lurk behind pieces of furnature we cleanse our homes and our souls n i g h t h o o v e r
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Posted Oct 25, 2009 by Icy North
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Posted Oct 25, 2009 by Taliesin
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Posted Oct 25, 2009 by 2legs -- Help, I'm a rock.
Praise be to the holy  
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