Years ago, I came across a blog proclaiming the end of the world on a very exact date, a couple of monrhs away. Let’s say it was September 24th, 2010. The blog had hundreds, maybe thousands, of followers, many of whom were Reporting Signs of the End Times - clouds shaped like an angel, image of Lucifer on over-grilled pitta bread, family cat reading tne Bible - and there was much discussion as to which high place to
go unto for best Rapture reception.
So obviously I signed up, simply to see what would happen there on September 25th 2010, in the unlikely event of the world not ending.
Which, you may have noticed, it didn’t.
So I signed in, unraptured, on the morning after, and there was no word from the blogger, though a lot of perplexity from followers. Not much anger - just puzzlement.
A few days later, the blogger appeared. He explained that the world had in fact ended - on a spiritual level. He was sure we’d all felt it. It was seismic. It had completely taken him out for a week. He could now reveal that the physical end of the world - which was a solid-gone inevitability - would take place on March 17th 2011.
And all the followers let out a huge sigh of relief and nodded a lot and apologised for having got hold of the wrong end of the stick. They reckoned that this explained why they’d felt so weepy and sensitive on 24th. So that proved it. And our black cat had three ginger kittens - it’s a sign.