For the past few months, whenever someone has asked, ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ I’ve replied, ‘The world could explode.’ This generally has the effect of making the patient realize they’re catastrophizing, and breaks the ice a little. Plus, it’s not a lie – one day it will, and doubtless I’ll be working on labour ward when it does. On this occasion, FR is a fervent believer that the world is going to end in the next five years and invites me to a David Icke† lecture at Brixton Academy next week. I might even go. What’s the worst that could happen?
