How sad to see this morning that Professor Stephen Hawking has died (I think he might me a Sir too but am not sure). To live to the age of 76 with that kind of handicap is in itself much to be admired but to add so much to the world in terms of scientific study and mathematics just takes him out of the realm of ordinary people. And what an inspiration he must have been to others with Motor Neurone Disease.
To more mundane things. Well perhaps the affair of the poisoning in Salisbury is not mundane, but we have heard little else for the last few days. The people of Salisbury must be heartily sick of it all. I know it is an extremely serious matter - that such a nerve agent should find its way to a cathedral city as it has. And I know that where it has come from and who did it is equally serious. But I can't help feeling that we have too much information. This is the problem these days - we don't really know anything about the matter, only what 'they' choose to tell us, so wouldn't it be better to say much less. As someone once said - a little learning is a dangerous thing. Being a Double Agent must be about the most dangerous job in the world I guess.