War. War never changes.

It's coming, you know. If you plot a population demographic graph from 1900 to now and project it to 2100, the human population will be over 100,000,000,000 by the end of this century. England alone will have a population of over 200,000,000. Already we're starting to see more wars fought to secure natural resources, from Australian involvement in Iraq for oil to the Janjaweed over water in the Sudan. As resources decline and population increases, we can only expect to see this happening more. Our leaders will talk, and talk and talk, but eventually someone will think "Sod this, if I can't have it, nobody can", and press the button.
And in this post-apocalyptic, nuclear wasteland, what can be done to keep people happy then? How will people entertain themselves and keep the last flickering embers of hope alive?
The same way they do now: Gok Wan in

How to look good nuked.

Gok Wan: Okay. Who are we meeting today? Who?
Humungous: Me, Gok.
Gok Wan: And you're Humungous, right.
Humungous: Right.
Gok Wan: Tell me, Hum - can I call you Hum? - What you honestly think of your appearance.
Humungous: (On the brink of tears) I'm a scabrous mutant, Gok. My face twisted by the nuclear ague, my hair comes out in handfuls...I'm so ugly. Nobody looks at me, and I've got no friends...sob...
Gok Wan: Do you want me to be honest?
Humungous: *sniff* If you like?
Gok Wan: I think you could look great.
Humungous: Really?
Gok Wan: Really! All you have to do is draw attention to your most positive features! I mean - that rotted sackcloth clothing you wear just has to go. Let's just...get this... off... Oh. My. God.
Humungous: What?
Gok Wan: God. Your muscles! You're so buff!
Humungous: Am I?
Gok Wan: Darling. You're as buff as buff can be. Who's got the most impressive pecs in the wasteland?
Humungous: _me?
Gok Wan: Say "I have!" Who's got the most impressive pecs in the wasteland?
Humungous: I have.
Gok Wan: Louder!
Humungous: I have!
Gok Wan: You want to wear something to really set that bod off. Wrestling trunks, perhaps, and how about some kind of bondage harness to outline the muscles and really show off how cut you are?
Humungous: Will that work?
Gok Wan: Darling, it'll do more than work.
Humungous: But what about the weeping pus-filled sores on my face?
Gok Wan: You know what I think? Hockey Mask.
Humungous: Really?
Gok Wan: You know what hockey masks say to me? Dynamic. Go-getter. It hides the bad and highlights the good. And you've got so much good! Look at you! A heavily-muscled giant in a hockey mask! Nobody will be able to ignore you now! You'll knock them dead!
Humungous: I will!
Gok Wan: What do you say?
Humungous: Just walk away, and I'll let you live.
Gok Wan: Attaboy! Next week, I'll be meeting 'Auntie', and showing her that big hair and shoulderpads can still make the difference in an irradiated desert.