(April 20, 2019 at 9:43 pm)Succubus Wrote: The fuck we can't!
One Saturday, shortly after we moved to Cambridge, we went into the market in the centre to buy some strawberries. Paid, turned around and almost fell over Stephen Hawking. For the record, he was buying bananas - or rather his wife was for him. OK, everyone has to be somewhere but meeting him in an outside market ?
A couple of years later, I bumped into Stephen Hawking again - in M&S in Cambridge. It was the day before Valentine's day. There I was, red roses in one hand and choccies in the other and there was Hawking with same coloured roses (dark red) and same choccies (Milk Tray) in his lap. We both looked at each others pressies, smiled and went our merry ways.
i was saddened when he died. Very saddened.
Some christards on a forum I used to frequent claimed that Hawking 'found god' before he died - lying fuckers.
I don't know whether I need a bottle in front of me or a frontal lobotomy. 
