25-Apr-97
Those who think the twenty-first century starts in the year two
thousand simply have no idea which way their bread is
buttered. Never mind the fact that they just can't count;
the reason I despise premature enumerators – such as the
makers of Strange Days
or last year's Doctor Who
movie – is that they're trying to cheat us out of a
party!
The 31-Dec-99 knees-up is a celebration of
But then twelve months later we're due another big party for
What are the can't-count-won't-count crowd going to be doing that night? Having a drab, run-of-the-mill hogmanay, whilst simultaneously pouring scorn on the numerate party-loving minority as a bunch of pedantic spoilsports?
Fortunately this (plus the debates over what to call the decade
after the nineties, whether to say two thousand and
twelve
, two thousand twelve
, or twenty-twelve
,
and indeed how to spell millennium
!) is all academic,
since we know the world is going to end on
23-Oct-97* – the world's six-thousandth birthday,
according to Archbishop Ussher's calculations. And if you
believe that one, check out the page entitled
Groovy… or if not, try my
review of Heinlein's Y2k
prophecies.