"It's the end of the world as we know it (but I feel fine...)"

Blimey, I haven't posted on this blog for a while... Reading my first blog post again, I see that it is replete with the assurance that I will update this blog daily and become a regular contributor to the world of the internet. Sadly, my promises have turned out to be somewhat optimistic and a little naive: I have updated this blog a grand total of twice, both in the first week. It seems I underestimated the power of procrastination (I was going to write an entry about that, as a matter of fact, but I think I'll write it later...).

So imagine my shock when I read yesterday that the world was due to end at 6pm today; it would have been enough to spur even the most hopeless layabout into action. Fortunately the world seems to be very much intact at the moment: no-one I know has been 'raptured'; New Zealand says that their teatime passed without anybody being whisked away into the sky; and there seems to be a distinct lack of demons rising from the depths of hell. In a way I'm rather disappointed. All this shooting off to heaven sounded quite fun: like a bizarre cross between the National Lottery and a roller-coaster.


But it's the name that ruins it for me really. When I hear the word 'rapture', I instantly think of Bioshock or the Blondie song. Neither of them really conjure up too much of an image of biblical end times. Also, what about the 2012 thing? Does that mean the world ends again on 21st December  2012? On balance I think I'd rather go with the Mayan one. And why's that? Well we've already ordered our tickets for the Olympics. If the world ended tonight we wouldn't be able to go. What a terrible waste of money that would be...