Thursday, June 07, 2007
Starvation, dehydration, drowning, melanoma or a bullet from a hedge funder's AK47 were all ways I expected to die from global warming. But now, I realise, it will be anaphylactic shock that finishes me off. I am very allergic to cats - it is the saliva which they constantly apply to their fur - and now the nasty little spitballs are reproducing wildly as a result of rising temperatures. Since my allergy is accompanied by an intense dislike of these creepy, exploitative cynics, this is, for me, nightmarish news. I am destined to end my days consumed with anger and loathing behind the blotched, weeping mass of a face the size of the London Eye. Dignity, at the end as always, will elude me.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 7:11 am