The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.

The answer blowin' in the wind, Mr Zimmerman, but where is the question? A celebratory Theme Thursday today where I eschew cheap laughs and steer clear of matters flatus and share with you a photo of a windy Salamanca summer's day. Today I advance the bold hypothesis that Mr Zimmerman may well have caterwauled that "the answer, my friend, is leaves".

Can you guess the theme yet? That's right, it's WIND.

So I was thinking Zimmerman's track, and was thinking what it was all about. Some poseurs posit that the song is nothing more (or less) than a series of rhetorical questions about peace, war, and freedom. The notion that the answer "blowin' in the wind" is merely a metaphor for the supreme "unknowableness" [the Germans will have a word for this] of such questions.

I beg to differ.

In order, the answers are:

1. Eight.
2. One.
3. Trick question, the answer is never.
4. Approximately fifteen million.
5. Männer werden nie frei sein, bis er erst befreit die Rotkehlchen.
6. Until the point that RSI kicks in.
7. Once. [That one's easy.]
8. Two. [Another easy one.]
9. It depends.

So there you have it!