So. The end of the world is still tiresomely nigh. Bo-ring. But! I have been prompted to wonder what skills we can all bring to the post-capitalism world by a punctuation free email from the Space Cadette:
"yea i see global capitalism is collapsin! morrisons is still standing so i dont think its hit york yet. is now not the time to jump ship then? plus u have many craft and cake baking skills that will be very useul under anarchism, no joke man those anarchists they love their knitting and cake i have observed".
I think we should start planning, and make this blog the new epicentre of self-sufficient anarchist living (says Mme Jaywalker du haut de ses escarpins Louboutin) . Especially with my ill-advised plans to jack in my lucrative but dull eurojob. Seriously! Let's grab the zeitgeist by the balls and do bad things to it with icing sugar. It's going to be a brave new crafty world, patrolled by marrowdiles, angler fish and angry balls of mohair and we have the resources to make it work for us.
Peevish should obviously spearhead this movement with her superlative crafting skills. The Mountainear and Livesbythewoods have free access to vegetable matter, what with living in the country and can forge it into terrible creatures in the white hot furnace of their deranged creativity. Kate makes frequent claims of knitted diapers but we have yet to see proof (seriously Kate, sort it out. We're losing faith). Lulu knows how to catch wasps and feed them to spiders. Persephone can make cakes out of lice. Helena turns crafty ineptitude into an art form. Zoe (I can't link to her because the corridor of tedium BARS ACCESS to her blog on grounds of it being filth. But her boyfriend is a twat. Yes, I am blogging from work. What of it? I could resign at any moment!) is quite frightening in possession of paperclips which I think will count in our favour. When the world governing classes crumble away, I can craft us some more out of fondant. And then we can eat them. What do you think?
I have been taking a wide and interesting variety of pain meds which may explain this frothingly nonsensical post. Top Belgian tip, folks: tell your Belgian GP you have a migraine and you get temazepam! Result! I will have fantastic personal pharmacopeia to barter for firewood come the end of the world. Really, you want to be on my team, I'm telling you.