There was a bloke on the radio yesterday morning who’d been David Attenborough’s sound guy at the North Pole.

The crew had left them on their own there, and they chatted about what time it was, saying that there was no time of day, as all the time zones converge there.

This hasn’t occurred to me before.

Perhaps when it’s nine o’clock in the evening for your face, it’s nine o’clock in the morning for your backside?

Pic: Johan Isaaksz Pontanus, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons