We celebrated the millennium (all those fireworks- bim, bam, twitter, fizz) but we never embraced it. Probably because it scared us. Now, five years in, we're in the grip of the most furious, carpet-chewing nostalgia. We want the past. Any past. Religion of the stupidest kind (the Christian right, Muslim fundamentalism, Pope Ratzo) is clawing away at our liberties; dammit we're even re-running the Crusades.
And in popular culture we're up to our eyes in medievalising fantasies- LOTR, Harry P, Narnia.
I don't like this rage against modernity. I don't like it all.