On the first day the world ended,

I said ‘Least said soonest mended.

Sometimes these things are sent to try us.’

Though in this case, they were sent to fry us.

But in the North we don’t like to make a fuss us,

though sometimes, I admit, we make a bit of a fuss

about how we don’t make a fuss.

In fact that ‘No Fuss Festival’

with the new play by Alan Bennett

Not Fussed

and the 38-act opera Unfussy

starring Lesley ‘I Never Make a Fuss Me’ Garrett

might, upon reflection

have constituted making a fuss.

But just because it’s Doomsday, there’s no need to make

a big song and dance about it.

On the second day I was on the bus

when there was a bang and all the lights went out –

and there was a chorus,

of ‘Call this an Apocalypse? I felt nowt’.

and ‘Grimsby hasn’t looked this good since

the Germans redecorated’.

You’ve got to make the best of things,

Northerners are tough like that

nobody else compares.

On the third day, the Tyne Bridge fell into a crack

in the space-time continuum

I said, ‘I’ll go to the foot of our stairs,’

but when I got home, there weren’t any.

On the fourth day,

Cleckheaton exploded.

I said, ‘Worse things happen at sea,’

and popped on a Bear Grylls DVD.

On the fifth day the government said it was tough for everyone,

with it being the Apocalypse

but that actually in London the restaurants were full

and maybe we just weren’t trying hard enough

in Liverpool, Newcastle and Hull.

We should get on our bikes

and there not being any roads left, or bikes, was just an excuse.

On the sixth day, the streets were full of people

wandering about, moaning.

The Zombies hadn’t come –

it was just folk complaining about the price of petrol

and how the Co-op had run out of white sliced.

On the seventh day Greggs’ Ham and Armageddon pasties

were going down a storm,

and they didn’t have to charge tax

as the surface radiation kept them warm.

On the eighth day there were no planes in the sky,

we had street parties,

shared the last of our tins,

best china was brought out, bunting unfurled.

Armageddon?

‘What’s the problem?’ we said,

‘it’s not the end of the world.’

KATE FOX