John The Revelator

A depressing newspaper cutting from 2002; a jest of a book, given in jest; a serious book, bought ironically; and the daddy of all apocalyptic texts. Given the events of the last very few years, one might be forgiven in taking a good deal less than a pinch of salt with it all. In any case, the Pale Rider has already shown up; the fires are burning and winds and pestilence are taking their toll as we speak. Apocalyptic? You betcha: if we don't get our collective act together. If you want a laugh, read the book on the left. A reality check? Read the book on the right: there's so much crap that can happen to us if our veneer of civilisation slips even slightly, let alone after a nuclear holocaust. Want to know what goes on behind government secrecy laws across the world? Research the background to the Independent on Sunday article shown. Or you could just go down the God's wrath route: The Revelation of St. John the Divine; put your head between your knees and kiss your arse goodbye. Or maybe not: it's our mess and it's up to us to try and do something about it, before it really is too late. Clock's ticking...