I don't know about you, but every time I go away somewhere - whether it's on holiday, to visit friends or for work purposes - I always have at the back of my mind a peculiar thought:
What if World War III starts and I never make it back?
Now I could have easily substituted a nuclear holocaust with Zombie Plagues or Alien Invasion, but essentially I always end end up packing a spare pair of pants or socks just in case something awful does happen to our calm and peaceful society.
I know what you're thinking: It'll take more than a spare pair of socks to be able to fight back the undead horde. True, but I suppose I'm also balancing my thoughts with the reasoning that it's very unlikely such terrible things will happen. I mean, don't get me started on zombies.
Seriously - don't.
Also, I guess I'm kind of assuming that, being the resourceful guy that I am, I'll manage to cope somehow when civilization starts to crumble. I'll just commandeer a 4x4 vehicle, raid the local Asda and get as far away from the madness as possible (I've seen plenty of movies to know what one should and shouldn't do in these situations).
Having an extra clean set of undies will just make the end of the world a little bit easier to bear.
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