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Discussing the end of the world…

Discussing the end of the world…

I used to devour apocalyptic literature – I read a lot of it as a kid, watched many a movie about the end of the world, and even wrote essays about it at University. Back then, it never used to phase me or scare me as a topic – I’d have a kind of horrified fascination with it, and during the height of the Cold War, the End could potentially be no more than four minutes away for the United Kingdom.
Fast forward to now, though, and I’m living in West London and a married father to a kid who really couldn’t even begin to fend for himself for another seven years… so oddly that puts a totally different spin on things. I’m not so much horribly fascinated by “black” topics so much as just horrified and actively repelled by them – so that’s another thing that changes in the transition to fatherhood…
Don't go on an apocalyptic binge

Don't go on an apocalyptic binge

Thanks to a random link I stumbled across, I’ve just spent the last fifteen minutes giving into my inner fascination with apocalyptic fiction and browsing through Wikipedia’s rather substantial list of post-apocalyptic fiction, reminding me of the UK’s relatively substantial contribution to the genre – The War Game, Threads, Day of the Triffids, 28 Days Later and culminating in World War Z, a gripping account of the Zombie World War.

Right now, I feel rather ill, nauseous and sick right now (bit like radiation poisoning, I’d imagine). Which is amazing given that with the notable exception of 28 Days Later and Day of the Triffids, I’ve never actually had the courage to sit through the rest of the above. But I will have to resolve to buy World War Z, not least because the British government apparently starts its fight back against the zombies from Conwy, less than a mile away. So at least I have somewhere to run to when the zombie hordes invade.

Any suggestions on how I can wash my brains out? Because I don’t want to feel like this for the rest of the day!

We're all doomed! Doomed, I tell ya!

We're all doomed! Doomed, I tell ya!

It’s nice to know that in this fast moving world we live in, you can start a public consultation into UK future energy needs in January 2006, three years after the relevant Energy White Paper is made legal. And it takes three months for a public consultation – hasn’t the British government heard of just generally asking people?

But I fear it’ll all be too long, too late. This article from former oilman Jeremy Leggett in The Independent goes beyond the usual cry of “we’re running out of oil!” to also point out that Russia’s gas supplies – usually exported to Western Europe – is being diverted back to Russia, just at a time when a chilly winter settles in across Northern Europe. It then goes on to talk about how crucial oil is to the world’s infrastructure – something like six barrels of oil to ensure that milk from a cow goes from farm to your doorstep – and how everyone has been wildly over-estimating the amount of oil in their reserves.

The author also points out that when times are tough – and with the era of cheap energy about to come to an abrupt end, that means tough times – people tend to listen far more to far-right ultra-nationalistic leaders. Although you could cynically argue that he has a book to promote.

There’s an even more doom-laden article from Gaia theoriest James Lovelock (who also has a book to promote. Don’t these people realise nobody reads books any more?) who suggests just how global warming will doom human civilisation to a “few breeding pairs of people that survive will be in the Arctic where the climate remains tolerable.”

So that’s something to look forward to. Decades of social unrest and upheaval with far-right governments merrily invading and destroying in a desperate attempt to safeguard their own energy supplies (and probably destroying from within) before even those energies aren’t enough to safeguard what remains of civilised human behaviour and it’s just a bunch of breeding humans in the Arctic Circle.

Merry 2006.

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