This may be the last post on this blog. By tomorrow, it may all be over. True believers 'raptured' straight to heaven, and the rest of us toasting gently on one of Old Nick's long forks.
There's one consolation. If we wake up tomorrow, and we are all still here, there's a golden comedy opportunity.
Find one of Harold Camping's followers, probably weeping in a corner and wondering what went wrong, and say:
"It's OK, never mind, it's not the end of the world..."