An Introduction

Don’t worry, he’s not ours. He is a newly arrived nephew. He has a first name and two middle names, all in homage to his recent ancestors. All of whom are now sadly deceased – great grandfather on the maternal side, and grandfather on the other. Sort of. It’s complicated. On my blog, we will call him simply Master J. He’s a cheery, chubby little fellow, isn’t he? He’s about eight months old now. Mrs P, being a good Mexican lady, is needless to say over him like a rash. There are many worse rashes he could have at his age.

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Now That’s What I Call The Apocolypse

So. Tomorrow’s the big day. Time to phone in sick from work and blow your life savings on black on the Roulette Channel on cable TV, just for the hell of it. Just to see if you should have done it years ago. Roll up a fat one. Sit back in a comfortable chair. Sip a beer. Turn on the news channel. Wait and see what happens. I’m convinced. This time it’s for real. The apocalypse is here. I am forever fighting a battle to pay my bills, regularly miss lunch, have an unsightly bout of psoriasis, customers keep phoning me to report thefts they need to claim for, Fox News is broadcasting hate 24/7 and my cup of coffee got spilled during an earthquake today. That, or it was the dogs tail. One or the other. But anyways, that’s enough signs for me. All seven of them.

Once There Were Heroes

Yup, this time it’s for real. The Mayans were smart fellows. They wouldn’t get this wrong. And of course, the people deciphering the Mayan stuff, which admittedly means nothing to me, they’re smart fellows too. I don’t see how this could go wrong. All I’m waiting for now is the Antichrist to appear. Who’s it gonna be?! It’s like waiting for the next episode of Lost, the tension is unbearable. There are just so many candidate, but my money’s on Bill O’Reilly. He just seems the sort. So I’m gonna sit back in a comfy chair and wait. I’ll need some tunes. I’ve compiled a veritable album worth of appropriate music. I’ve called it Now That’s What I call The Apocalypse. What? EMI has already copyrighted that name? Shucks. Sue me, suckers….

It’s The End Of The World – REM

My Way – Frank Sinatra

Goodbye Cruel World – Pink Floyd

The End – The Doors

Sympathy For The Devil – Rolling Stones

You’ll have Time – William Shatner (if Mastercard were sponsoring the Apocalypse, this is the track. Priceless)

Live And Let Die – Wings

We Are All Made Of Stars – Moby

If Tomorrow Never Comes – Ronan Keating

Self Preservation Society – The Italian Job (especially for you nut jobs who think you can beat this rap…)

Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life – Monty Python

Have I missed out any essential apocalypse tracks? Let me know. Quickly. Tick tock. We haven’t got all day. And for those of you who are just not getting into the spirit of things, you darned killjoys….well, this one’s for you. Did you watch it? Yeah, you’re not feeling so scathing about this end of the world stuff now, are you? Not so smug now, are you. No. I didn’t think so. Two minutes of that, and quite frankly Armageddon can’t come soon enough. Anyway, that’s all from me. It’s been a blast. Happy Apocalypse Day.  Goodbye y’all.