People, including myself, have been over optimistic about what this year might have to offer. I would have settled for a boring news year with a bit of foreign travel, a trip to see Frenchie, a meander around Paris or some such.
Following 2020 and 2021, surely 2022 would be an improvement?
Potential war.
The red top newspaper headlines today all concentrate on our possible, or you’d think probable, decent into nuclear war.
Mad Vlad goes Nuclear, was my favourite, although I’d have enjoyed Mad Vlad goes Bad more.
You might want to check out NUKEMAP to see what your chances are if a warhead lands in your neck of the woods.
If London gets nuked House Tart won’t stand a chance.
Last night Cornflake and I planned to snuggle up in bed and let the bomb do it’s thing if we had enough warning. Today I thought I might like to see the bomb that killed me explode, in which case Primrose Hill would be ideal but I doubt Cornflake would be up for that if the weather was inclement.
Leaving these thoughts aside, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. let’s hope our Knob government shows some sympathy for the displaced.
Finally, please could everyone say nuclear properly?
Mispronunciation, that’s irritating me more than the imminent end of the world.
If we make it to 2023, I’ll take a good long hard look at my priorities.
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