Tuesday's Gone...

or not, actually. If you're perusing this blogette of mine, it means you didn't succumb to the finality of a 'Camping' holiday...Harry Camping, to be precise. Yes, the 89 year old American fruitloop who pronounced that the apocalypse was indeed upon us. In case you missed the last ever earthquake, it happened earlier today. As the great Linus Van Pelt once said, 'the world can't end today, because it's already tomorrow in some other countries.' Hey ho.
Whilst my little restaurant didn't have the most  stellar of Saturdays, it never quite felt like the end of the world. So pleasingly (depending on your view of the current parlous state of global economics) it appears that God had a prior engagement - maybe dental work - so doomsday will keep.
From old Harry's perspective though, technically it's hard to dispel the notion that Armageddon is already under way. It's just more that the planet is fast becoming financially, as well as morally bankrupt. I don't want to get too down, what with us already having dodged a bullet, it's just that this feels like a practice run for a catastrophe. Still with my stiff upper lip (and little else with such rigidity) i'll march stoically on, safe in the knowledge that we're all in this together..the last words I believe of General George Custer in 1876, before a brief skirmish with Brave Bear, in which he came off slightly worse.
Anyhoo, on Planet Rock today, I heard a version of the great Lynryd Skynryd song 'Tuesday's Gone' (from their first album) by Metallica. Now the Skyn had more than their fair share of hardship and tragedy, which tenuously links in with my rather doomladen meanderings. The Metallica effort is pretty cool and I might have liked it even more, had I never heard the original, which is perfection. So if their only reason for doing it, was as a homage to the Skyn, that's ok, but if it was for any other reason, kiss my buns boys and tootle off back to heavy metal central...
Now where did I put my 'End of the World is Nigh' sandwich board...