The end of the world?

Who thinks up this stuff?

There I am, before 6 in the morning, barely conscious and the local radio announces that the world is about to end. Do I run around screaming in panic? No. Not ‘cos I’m not worried that the world is about to end, rather it’s early in the morning, my brain is coming to life one cell at a time, and the bit that would have me running around is still trying to come to terms with being awake, and besides all effort had been diverted to the hearing bit – “What was that? The world’s going to end? Could someone just check that?”

And why was this snippet broadcast? Because today is the 9th day of the 9th month of the 9th year. And the forecast for the end of the world was based on that.

So we should all have died at 09:09:09 hrs on 09-09-09.

Except….that time had already passed in Paris, and wouldn’t happen for 5 more hours in New York.

So why was the radio giving this sort of rubbish air time? I really don’t need to be alarmed first thing in the morning, even if the alarm only lasts a nanosecond. In that nanosecond, untold damage has been done to my sensibilities, and it takes a long time for everything to recover.

I guess we’ll have the same panic next October. 10:10:10 on 10-10-10