Comments on: Apocalypsewatch: An occasional series http://www.chickyog.net/2007/03/23/apocalypsewatch-an-occasional-series/ The weblog of Brighton-based writer Justin McKeating Fri, 12 Mar 2010 21:10:27 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Strange Revelations « Not Saussure http://www.chickyog.net/2007/03/23/apocalypsewatch-an-occasional-series/comment-page-1/#comment-29273 Strange Revelations « Not Saussure Fri, 23 Mar 2007 22:52:35 +0000 http://www.chickyog.net/2007/03/23/apocalypsewatch-an-occasional-series/#comment-29273 [...] under: nemesis, Religion — notsaussure @ 10:52 pm Justin, at Chicken Yoghurt, has started Apocalypsewatch: An occasional series, which does what it says on the can. He argues, persuasively as it seems to me, that the [...] [...] under: nemesis, Religion — notsaussure @ 10:52 pm Justin, at Chicken Yoghurt, has started Apocalypsewatch: An occasional series, which does what it says on the can. He argues, persuasively as it seems to me, that the [...]

]]> By: ejh http://www.chickyog.net/2007/03/23/apocalypsewatch-an-occasional-series/comment-page-1/#comment-29268 ejh Fri, 23 Mar 2007 17:58:32 +0000 http://www.chickyog.net/2007/03/23/apocalypsewatch-an-occasional-series/#comment-29268 I thought civilisation was done for when I walked down Oxford Street and saw a shop window advertising a range of fragrances under the name of Ozzy Osbourne's daughter. I immediately thought about that old science fiction theme wherein the aliens are about to destroy the Earth, having realised that Man has discovered nuclear weapons and spaceflight and being understandably concerned for the future of the universe. Usually, you will recall, they are talked out of it by some young boy with a cute dog (or something) and they give humanity another chance. But that fresh chance can surely no longer be justified. Not if we're going to waste it on marketing Osbourne Junior's fucking perfume. Or indeed if we're going to waste it on marketing. I thought civilisation was done for when I walked down Oxford Street and saw a shop window advertising a range of fragrances under the name of Ozzy Osbourne’s daughter.

I immediately thought about that old science fiction theme wherein the aliens are about to destroy the Earth, having realised that Man has discovered nuclear weapons and spaceflight and being understandably concerned for the future of the universe. Usually, you will recall, they are talked out of it by some young boy with a cute dog (or something) and they give humanity another chance. But that fresh chance can surely no longer be justified. Not if we’re going to waste it on marketing Osbourne Junior’s fucking perfume.

Or indeed if we’re going to waste it on marketing.

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