So the end of the world is upon us again… except it’s not, and much to the disappointment of everybody it seems! Of course, most of us just got on with our usual business, wrapping up our last minute Christmas shopping, forcing smiles to carol singers and opening the Brandy three days before planned (and why not, its Christmas!) but always with an ear open for news of our friends down under, just in case.
Social networks are crowded with blasé anticipation and airy references but not without proving that the western world loves nothing more than a potential Armageddon to get its juices going. Though we must wonder: If we had absolute faith that the Mayan’s were wrong then surely there would be no cause for discussion, but that’s the problem isn’t it? There’s a small part of us that still thinks it might just happen! Moreover, I dare say that many of us are secretly just itching for a reason to hide away in some convenient cave while destruction rains down above, with the hope that they will emerge with a brand new start, in a world without income tax, rush our traffic, plastic pin-ups, Nectar points and hopefully without the go compare man.
But alas we must continue the rat race, all staying quietly disappointed that the big 2012 shake-up was just the consequence of a Mayan scribe getting bored of all that calendar crafting. Are we ever going to have a decent apocalypse that doesn’t go off like a dud firework?
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