I really must stop consuming end-of-the-world-we're-all-going-to-die media. Between my recent inhalation of "Girlfriend in a Coma", "Day of the Triffids", "War of the Worlds", "28 days later", NWO's hints on surviving in 'Post-apocolyptic'" and SARS, I keep thinking the world is going to implode at any second and I'm going to get sleepy/eaten/incinerated/angry/vapourised/a slight cough before teatime.

This type of thinking is just ridiculous. This is all the stuff of cheesy SF, which is funnily enough what most of it is. It would make far more sense to worry about the day Bush gets buttons and croutons all mixed up and accidentally nukes us all because he fancies bread bits in his soup. Now *that* could happen.