Opening sentence to an artice in this mornings Mail Online:
The population of Britain will rocket to nearly 80 million by 2050 — an increase of a third — according to an authoritative new projection by the Population Reference Bureau.
Apologies in advance if I deperess you with this post but I shudder to think how miserable and miserable life will be in 2050 and happy I am that I shall be long dead. (Sure theres a chance i'll be alive, I will be 73 in 2050 but those chances are slim at best.) Some people believe the future has a magical time in store for us where enlightened beings have conqured the planets woes and that humanity will have found sobriety after thousands of years of inebriation by our barbarian forefathers. In short they believe human beings will evolve into near God~like perfection.
Oh how television (the T Monster again) have warped their poor minds for certainly there will be no futuristic utopia where cars fly and cancer is defeated. In fact there will be a much worse cancer spreading as it already is. Blame youth obssessed with celebrity, or social media turning folk into near hermits through lack of integration, blame what you will, but it was as inevitable as a rainy summer in Britain. There is only so far a world can go before reaching flatline, and someone, somewhere will invent the 'trigger' that caused it.
