Unless ye are a billiard ba' flying through empty space or the Scottish Fitba Team I would think the future never certain; twisting like a vivid serpent when ye try tae catch it by the tail. However, fraught wi' dangers though prophecy may be, some things are certain...
The continued decline in computer sales will continue wi' youngsters returning tae mare traditional pursuits like kites, Airfix models, catapults, keeping puddocks in jam jaurs and making wee rockets frae matches.
CD's and MP3 thingies will be swept asunder by a dramatic revival o' vinyl - the grooviest recording medium known tae man.
The past 3 decades will be officially declared a mistake and the 1960s begin all ower again, heralding a resurgence o' crimplene as fabric o' choice for the discerning hipster.
And also re-donning their dusty crowns: The Slide Rule, Clockwork, Fountain Pens, Parlour Games, Starched Collars and Workers' Playtime on the wireless.
The rainforest will flourish. It will be safe tae swim in the sea again (excluding Saltcoats o' coorse).
And specially for UK residents.... Wednesday's Draw: 2, 12, 28, 33, 48 and 49
And if I micht indulgently in my own modest desiderata-de-la-futuris...
British Telecommunications; having quoffed an uncharacteristically generous scoosh o' the milk o' human kindness; writes off all overdue phone bills and N**** L********** Cooncil repents o' the Cooncil Tax, dons sackcloth and ashes and makes full restitution.