I think Jim Morrison was about three decades too early when he sang the sombre words, “This is the end. My only friend the end….The end of..oink..laughter” We certainly are living in scary times and surely there are people out there that would be wondering if the world really is coming to an end. Well the world will hardly come to an end per Se,  unless of course there’s some catastrophic event, like a massive meteor hitting us from the outer reaches of the cosmic over world, or if our Sun decided to prematurely supernova on us. But something like…well let’s just say, a pandemic, could put my world to an end and it could put yours on permanent standby also.

Who the hell knows if the reassurances of magical anti-viral agents are going to do a fat lot of good when you have some hybrid genome, cross between bird, pig and human flowing through your blood stream. It doesn’t sound good and if you do suvive a bout of pig-bird flu, what would it make you? Some walking, talking,  flying pig of a person? Ah well, at least we know pigs really do fly and it may well do us some good. If we survive the pig flu pandemic we’ll be sure to inherit the gene that says, happy as a pig in shit. Now who wouldn’t want to be as optimistic as that eh?