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Man, today was a weird drive back up. Ormskirk was all deserted and stuff with just the odd person wandering around - looking really unusually pale for the traditional scallies, too, although the shambling is normal - and the motorways were jammed. I had the radio on, but I wasn't really paying attention to it properly. Something about bird flu? As long as it's not in Anstruther again I don't care.

Either way, lots of people heading out to the country. I saw all these boarded up houses on the way, too. Petrol was at a pretty high premium, which isn't unusual, but all the bottled water was gone. I couldn't find any tinned beans, either. There were loads of people getting really nasty, too - at the service station, it looked a bit like some kid was biting her mum. Saying that, I remember what Megan was like at the same age, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

I might go and watch telly for a bit, see what's going on with the petrol and that. I thought the strike was cancalled; panic buying is just stupid.

... or at least I will once I find out who the fuck's banging at the door at this time of day. We have a doorbell, for goodness sake, there's no reason to thump on it so loudly.

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I've not actually been killed by zombies. Sorry to let you all down like that and ruin Blog Like It's The End Of The World Day. I mean, it might happen yet tonight, but thus far I am undead free.

I made that post because, well, dude, zombies. Secondly, I needed something to distract myself with for a few minutes.

( you are all bored of this by now. sorry. )

Ironically, my personal world has come to an end today. Funny world, this Greek tragedy malarky.