I don't know about you, but I'm sick of end of the world tripe on telly. I've been around the block but I've not been hit by an asteroid yet and there are no super volcanoes smouldering under my curly kale patch. I know it's a risky suggestion to make, but what if December 2012 passes without any of us disappearing up our own arses as the Mayan calendar finally falls off the rusty nail on the wall? I think we should celebrate the passing of a fucking shit pagan calendar and a lot of fucking shit TV programs with a really shit pagan festival all of out own! I don't know about you, but a large burning whicker man stuffed full with TV producers, astrologers, geek astronomers, bankers, politicians, economists and convicted welshmen would certainly cheer me up! What would you like to see done with the knob headed prophets of doom?