It takes all sorts, Alf supposes.
He is of the sort who wandered down to the Eketahuna Club for what might be – just might be – his last day on earth.
Lest the Mayans know a thing or two about the end of the world, he opted to sink a few shots of his favourite tipple and meet his Maker in a mellow mood.
But it seems many others are of the sort who wanted to go out with a bang.
As we read here, their urge for one last shag was triggered by the prospect that their might be some truth in all that stuff about the Mayan apocalypse.
They are now on a frenzied hunt for ‘end of the world sex’ – with some planning to scour doomsday-themed parties, while others are using Craigslist or dating sites to find their final hook up.
The Daily Mail steered Alf to the New York Post (here) which reported that countless lusty New Yorkers were turning to social media and doomsday-themed parties in hopes of fully experiencing humanity’s steamy climax.
“If I die, I don’t want to die on a dry spell!” declared model Niki Ghazian.
The sexy fashion plate, who works in New York and Los Angeles, told The Post she’ll attend a fashion party with friends tonight to celebrate Doomsday Eve — and, hopefully, hook up with someone hot.
“Everybody should go out feeling satisfied,” she told The Post. “If the world’s gonna end, why hold back?”
This seems smarter than digging yourself into a bunker for the end of the world (which seems not to have happened, by the way, although your hard-working MP did sink so many scotches he is not too sure what day it is).
More than a dozen bars and clubs in New York City were throwing end-of-days bashes, including a comedy show at the Bell House in Gowanus and an “End of the Funking World Party” at B.B. King Blues Club in Midtown.
Alas, Alf didn’t think of going out orgasmically.
Anyway, Mrs Grumble had a headache through worrying about the prospect the Mayans might have got it right.
And when Mrs Grumble has headache, you can be damned sure there will be no hanky-panky.