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Okay, you probably hadn’t thought about it at all, and don’t even know the date of its birthday, let alone what star sign it is. Not do I. Still, having woken up with a gigantic hangover yesterday morning, I kinda know how it must feel to find out you’re eighty million years older than you thought you were when you flopped on your bed the night before.
If you click onto the picture, or here, you can learn more about the Universe’s birthday. It was 13.82 billion years old yesterday, I suppose. Give or take a day or two. Imagine the size of the cake you’d need for all those candles. It’d have to be, well, it’d have to be as big as the universe. It was born to the sound of a big bang going off. And I also know what a big bang can be like.
That’s what woke me yesterday. Well, it was someone slamming the door. But a big enough bang to give me a headache. Or maybe that was the whisky?
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