You're lonely.

You're light years from home.

You're having problems understanding the natives.

You got smashed on Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters last night.

And your inter-galactic hitch hiking skills are decidedly rusty.

This is the book for you.

More popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus,

better selling than Fifty-three More Things to do in Gravity,

and more controversial than the Oolan Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who Is this God Person Anyway?

The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy is at last published in panoramic, earth shattering, hyper-hysterical format, illustrated in glorious technicolor, bringing alive horridly quivering Vogon monster flesh and vididly throbbing space craft by means of revolutionary digital graphic 'paintbox' technology.

All this, and other examples of humanoid wizardly, ensure no insane earthling will resist this new incarnation of a cult classic.