Stephen Hawking
While a smelly student, I once gatecrashed a university wine do being held in his honour for the professors and their wives and downed a bunch of the complimentary plonk before making off with a few bottles. The do itself was pretty horrifying though. The professors themselves hadn't the confidence or knowledge to talk shop with him, so instead it was lots of condescending professors wives talking to the great man himself. They knew nothing about his work of course, so the conversation was mostly excruciating along the lines of "Didn't you do well (for a cripple)!", or "Just as well that you're so good at the science stuff (for a cripple)!", or stuff about how his wheelchair and voice synthesiser worked. I had a horrifying image of Hawkings life on the university circuit, with this boring scene repeated over and over everywhere he goes.
(cutofyourjib, Fri 21 Sep 2012, 13:03, 2 replies)

Yeah, but how do we know he's not just looking it all up on Google?

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 21 Sep 2012, 13:17, closed)

I heard a story
About when out for a curry with a group of students, he connected his voice synthesiser to some hardcore porn for the lols.

Probably apocryphal - I mean, why would he need porn?
(thefuckestuppest cheapened this, on, Fri 21 Sep 2012, 13:28, closed)