In the mid-eighties I spent a week in hospital with possible heart problems. I was feeling miserable, when a visiting colleague brought me a copy of Douglas Adams' The Meaning of Liff, which gives alternative meanings for British placenames. Everytime I felt miserable, I read another page, then lay there pissing myself with laughter. I stopped reading at that point - I thought I'd have a heart attack if I carried on! He turned a bad week into a hoot. My heart problem turned out to be due to too much coffee - I wish his was as well.
Bugger the fish, Douglas, thanks for everything!

Cheers
Ray