Hawking Flyby
One Summer afternoon in 2005-ish, I was walking down the backs in Cambridge, along with a troop of fellow choristers (wearing silly, "traditional" clothes and walking in a line two abreast... some people from Cambridge will know what I mean). All of a sudden we hear the whine of an electric wheelchair behind us, and none other than Professor Hawking himself trundles along side us. In the stunned silence, his machine simply says one word: "Yes."

And then he leaves.

Also I shook his hand once... it was really cold and limp, unsurprisingly.
( ejlflop errrrrgs. Regularly., Tue 21 Apr 2009, 2:26, 5 replies)

This would make
a great sketch for The Fast Show

*click*
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 5:30, closed)

Another great Hawking story
right here
( chart cat has an itch, Wed 22 Apr 2009, 10:20, closed)

yes
cool, i'd say that sounds more like a Guiness ad (than a comedy sketch). get ready to use that again poor chap is looking like he's about to check out.
(Discreditor wants the dream to come true, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 6:40, closed)

I used to know
someone who used to lap dance for Stephen Hawking.
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 7:56, closed)

It's vulcanised rubber
which means it won't perish.
( monkeybananaraffle, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 9:11, closed)