In an effort to achieve enlightenment through the pursuit of towels, liberty and a nice cup of tea, I am taking my fetching Don’t Panic towel out and about to discover exactly why the answer is what it is, why I am who I am, where I am and when.
The answer to life, the universe and everything.
Given that enigmatic truth, and the accompanying axiom that a hoopy frood always knows where his towel is, I bring you:
42 Things to do with a Towel in Earth Gravity.
If you have any ideas for activities I should attempt or places I should go with my towel (preferably within walking/tube distance of The Great Publishing House of ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha, i.e. Penguin, 80 Strand, London, WC2R 0RL) please leave a comment below1.
Number One: Be hip to be square.
Anyone who can guess the location of the picture at the top of this article can consider themselves a jolly clever bugger and give themselves a pat on the back, species-depending.
1 All reasonable suggestions will be considered, though not necessarily actioned, depending on time, energy and the availability of tea upon arrival.
H4nchan
Born in the British Library and raised in a high street bookshop by wild booksellers, h4nchan is perfectly comfortable talking about herself in the third person. She works for Puffin, Eoin Colfer's natural habitat, where she can most often be found trying to coax people into the Very Hungry Caterpillar costume.
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