07 October 2007

An English Apocalypse

The end of all things will be on Wednesday afternoon After tea. Mr Peterson, in his second best charcoal suit will be accosted by Caphrael, a Prince of Hell (who will be recognisable by the smell of old eggs) Mr P. will cry “Bugger me” and drop his briefcase. Death, War, Famine and the other member of the band (you know the one, his name escapes me) Will run amok in Camden market And overturn three stalls of leather goods And upset some arrangements Of ersatz Gucci handbags. A Tube driver Aghast for all the strange apparitions And in a foam-fuelled frenzy will lose control And drive his Piccadilly train Very slowly From Holborn to King’s Cross London Underground will announce delays Due to a power outage at Liverpool Street. Leviathan, in full sea monster regalia Will arrive five minutes behind schedule And eat Tower Bridge The dead will rise in Smithfield Angels will be seen in Highbury Hellfire will rain on a third of Bloomsbury Bloody hail over Hyde Park A six-point earthquake in the City All in all, London will experience more chaos than is typical for teatime on Wednesday. Then will come the end, and suddenly: The Son of Man coming on all the clouds of heaven. The cherry red doubledeckers will burn like paper models Before Christ the Tiger.
—Gabriel Olearnik (with permission) From http://www.dappledthings.org/

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