The End Is Nigh!

So tomorrow we should tell those people we love that we love them just one last time, because if those bloody Mayans turn out to be master of fortune in 24 hours we're doomed to be ashes and dust.

But I'm not panicing.

But today I have pondered the idea of the end "being nigh", as my 2 hour train journey turned into a 4 hour train journey, please, please, please don't ask.

I've been visiting my girlfriend at her parents house in Stourbridge for a few days and today I had to make my merry way back to Newport as work, nature and Dan Rowley called.

After my exhausting train journey back (which consisted of four changes, two mars bars, one old lady elbow to my stomach, a conversation with a semi-literate train conductor and a panic over a lost *not lost just behind the vending machine bag) I played a game of squash with Dan, partly because I felt obliged as he booked the court four days ago and has practically called me every day since to check I'm still up for it, and partly because being trounced in squash by Dan has become one of my favourite ways to relieve stress. I've never beat him, today I came very close, but that was post smashing him the face with the squash ball, which would of hardly seemed like a victory anyway. Afterwards I came home and pondered the idea further.

Thinking about the end being nigh does two things to me...

http://tinshedtheatre.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/dec2012-end-is-nigh.html

Read the rest here please!

Mucho,

Justin