Having wrongly predicted the end of the world for the second time Harold Camping may seem the ultimate figure of fun. In fact I have a feeling that his name might well enter the vocabulary in the way that the mythical Ned Ludd gave his name to the luddites. Mr Camping may be seriously misguided, a fraudster or a liar. You can take your pick, but he has made people think about the moment rather than the future or the past. For about 48 hours we all thought about where we are now rather than where we might be tomorrow. I went out clothes shopping with my daughter yesterday and we had a very good time enjoying the small things that life brings.
Maybe this is the lesson we can all learn from 21st May 2011. Enjoy life for what it is and while you can.