Just a quick message to say I'm sorry for not writing a blog post in a while.
After the post I wrote on the apocalypse I decided to spend all my time preparing for the worst. All my fears were realized when Harold Camping (an entirely truthful) Baptist leader predicted the rapture.
To add insult to injury (and by injury I mean certain death) the "rapture" was supposed to occur on the 21st of May 2011 which was my 16th birthday. I thought that I would never get to experience the finer things in life that people aged 16 can do: Buy a lottery ticket, put petrol in a car or even have an abortion. I think I may have missed one out there.
The day arrived. I woke up to find out that Australia had not been consumed by the sea like predicted, but maybe Camping confused the Kangaroo fighting drunks with Atlantis.
The predicted time that the UK would be hit was 6 pm. This is because God respects time zones. I waited with bated breath, watching the hands tick round on my Disney Princess wristwatch.
6 o'clock arrived...Nothing
After that major let down it made the performance of "Wind in the Willows" I went to see that night seem a bit more bearable. But even below-par acting feels like Broadway when you're thankful for your life.
I'll leave you with a morbid thought. It is ironic but some people will have actually died at exactly 6 pm on May 21st. Just liked predicted there lives would have been over by the time the sixth bell chimed. Maybe that means that Camping wasn't completely wrong, just very very wrong. The fact is he got his dates wrong and we're all going to die in October. How jolly
