No, you got it wrong. The right answer would be:

A. Me, predicting stuff after it's happened.

I may well put you on ignore again, but only if and when I choose to do so. For the moment I am interested in confronting you with the gulf between your delusions and any semblance of reality. Of course I do this with the caveat you might still be a troll - there are no clear demarcations between delusion and trollery, just a sliding scale - but I'm inclined to think not.

Mud on the windscreen, the first bolt-hole of the seer; 'predicting it isn't as easy as it was...' What a pity! Because we're all pretty good at postdicting, to be honest. Why, even I can tell you what happened last week, at least on the days I wasn't drunk.

So, Iceland, then, old bean: what's going to happen in Iceland, and when?

Oh, and if you are unable to furnish a clear prediction of an extraordinary event, then I think you need to accept that you are to all intents and purposes indistinguishable from a fraud or at best, a self-deceiver. Think of it as an inverted Turing test.

<edit> In the interests of fair play, I will offer you my own hostage to fortune on what I believe to to be a similar scale of (im)probability: I predict that Grant Shapps, newly appointed Tory party Chairman, will be forced to resign his office in the next two months.</edit>

See, Snort? That's the way to do it. No spurious postdictions, No Nostradamian mumbo jumbo, just bold prophecy unsupported by any theoretical underpinning, other than Santorini being a volcanic powder keg responsible for one of the largest eruptions in recorded history.

Incidentally Jon, if it does blow up & Oia, one of my favourite places in the whole world, gets damaged then I'm holding you personally liable.