I should really go to lunch armed with suitable topics of conversation… after lunch with (lovely) N, I now know much more than necessary about bird flu. Whilst I was reasonably worried in an ‘end-of-the-world-and-everyone-will-die’ sort of way, I went away contemplating more immediate issues, such as why people waiting for the lift always feel the need to tell you why they’re being so lazy and not taking the stairs. I don’t freaking care!
Anyway, later on I find out that aforementioned pal has been online and brought a chest freezer… in case she needs to start stockpiling food!
Am I not taking this seriously enough? I only have a jar of Marmite and some Cup-A-Soups to sustain me if the end of the world really is nigh. Take action now people, and beware of sickly looking birds!
1 Comment
Lysseus
20 October 2005 at 03:08The recent events in Louisiana may hint at the social chaos that would ensue in even a localized “end-of-the-world”, which I think would be proportionate to the degree of displacement of our social identity. As long as there remains some feeling of belonging and affiliation to a larger community then a semblance of order, and humanity, will remain regardless of the harbinger of doom.
In this regard, a boiled kettle and a bit of biscuit offer more assurance of the future of civilization than an underground bunker ever would.
Kev