Over the last week, Putin’s given us Brits a twoferone deal. Another Russian exile has turned up murdered – this time strangulation rather than a nerve agent was the preferred method*. Then he sent in his secret weapon. Another blast of snow from Siberia. He’s proving to be a tough customer, is ole Vlad. But he does create quite the scenic conditions for a photographer. I haven’t really taken advantage of them, wandering only as far as the local duck pond, armed only with my iPhone. But still.
I paused for thought at the pond as I watched the ducks and other birds float on the icy water. There are many questions that boggle my mind. What was the time half an hour before time began? What is on the other side of the known universe? Why don’t ducks that are stupid enough to paddle about in sub zero water freeze to death? Alas, I am too late to pose this last question to Mr Hawking. I’m sure he would have provided a mathematical equation to answer the unanswerable.
Right now, according to a few fundamentalists on the interweb, Mr Hawking is being raped by Satan. They think that is funny. Seriously, I’ve read actual tweets and posts on the subject. But the joke, of course, is on them. Mr Hawking is a paraplegic and will be blissfully unaware of any devilish deeds going on in his neither regions.
*The first exile is still, apparently, alive. So my statement isn’t entirely correct. Yet.