That’s permafrost!

Apparently the world is ending next week, on Friday. I hope it doesn’t. I have shit to do.

I really don’t like this time of year. I’m typing this at work, at lunchtime, and there is still frost on the ground and on the trees. That’s permafrost! It was still below zero in the conservatory this morning when I left for work. My body isn’t built for this climate. I quite want to live in Miami. I’ve never been there but it looks nice when I watch Dexter. They also seem to have great music and food. Also, a lot of serial killers.

Patrick Moore died this week. I attended one of his lectures once. He signed my book. I guess he was old an it was his time. If the world ends next week anyway I guess it doesn’t matter. According to the Telegraph people are panic buying survival kits. Doesn’t sound very sensible to me. The end of the world is the end of the world. Not much you can do about it. I wonder how many of those people panic buying survival kits also bought Christmas presents for the people they love.

Ravi Shankar also appears to have died this week. I don’t know much about him, but I do know that Nora Jones is his daughter, and I saw her live in Taiwan a few years ago. That was a good night.