There’s a rumour going round about the end of the world. Sorry, I meant
But there’s some debate about how it will happen. An asteroid? A plague? I’m tempted to throw in climate change or the destruction of social services, but that’s a slow crawl rather than the immediacy we’re promised for December 21st.
And all this because a calendar ends. I remember January last year, when I realized my Lego Star Wars calendar was finished. I bought a new calendar. I guess if the Mayans were around today they might be out shopping. But what do I know?
This might be one of the last days of the world. Next week I might be stuck in purgatory, lamenting my lack of faith or living in some hell fighting Mad Max. Why would I be fighting him, rather than his friend? Are you kidding? Do you see what happens to his friends? He’s like the apocalyptic Jessica Fletcher. Brr.
Anyway. As a wise man said: So it goes. See you on the other side.