We're all Doomed and I Quit - Director from London

The end of the world is nigh. Satan's foot soldiers are everywhere and the premonitions of Nostradamus, The Book of Revelation and David Icke are coming true. Oh! Woe is me and woe to the world. Get ready for the Day of Judgment is coming.

OK, I know that a ball of flames didn't hit Paris on the day of the eclipse but so what? Its just a question of timing. Haven't the cosmonauts just abandoned the Mir Space Station because its falling apart? That baby is coming down man and its going to hit the Eiffel Tower any day now. Come on. You've got to cut a few days slack for a guy who made his prognostications 400 years ago. You try doing it. Go on, make a forecast and see if it comes true. Its like trying to find a journalist with integrity or a lawyer with a conscience. Almost impossible.

We face a cross-roads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly. I speak, by the way, not with a sense of futility but with a panicky conviction of the absolute meaninglessness of existence which could easily be interpreted as pessimism. The world has to listen and people have to change, for without a revolution, everything is as a broken pencil. Pointless.

If it isn't obvious already then I should come out with it in a more roundabout way. I resign. Its all over, I quit. I'm getting out of here and looking for a place to proselytise and pray for absolution. I suggest you do the same swiftly.

Don't ever say I didn't warn you. Be gone and seek Gaia.

Goodbye, L.