Don't go worrying yourself about the odd Pole Shift that may or may not happen in 2012. I reckon last month's snow was more of a disruption than a dodgy compass, choppy seas and some signs of subsidence in the brickwork. This book really fails to deliver the prospect of massive tectonic plate shifts with any kind of humour or sparkle, and as such I feel most people will be thinking 'millennium bug' or 'swine flu', rather than 'carbonised in nuclear fireball' or 'E.L.E asteroid strike'.
However, I do admire the author's win-win approach. His planned bolt holes will either ensure his ultimate survival from the devastation of the planet, or keep him well hidden from a determined mob of readers seeking a refund on this awful trash.