I’ve just finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy and have been watching the excellent Survivors on telly. This morning as I was filling the kettle to make coffee I genuinely thought ‘it’s going to be so sad when I turn [...]]]> You know you’ve lost touch with reality when you start feeling nostalgic about electricity and running water.

I’ve just finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy and have been watching the excellent Survivors on telly. This morning as I was filling the kettle to make coffee I genuinely thought ‘it’s going to be so sad when I turn on the tap and no more water comes out’.

I’ve also started sizing up the people I walk past on the street, wondering which of them will share their last can of baked beans with me when all the supermarkets have been looted and which will chain me to a wall in a cellar and systematically cut off my limbs and roast them for dinner.

Come to that I’ve had to question whether I’d be able to resist the lure of cooked human flesh if that were really all that stood between me and death from starvation.

I really really hope I never get to find out.