After retrieving the six-pack of Aussie beer that had been left dangling below the 4.0 Celsius thermocline (JUNO gave me absolute hell for that) while I slept, I settled comfortably into the pilot's seat while cradling a galley tray loaded with choice nibbles and commenced binge-watching the entire first season of Red Dwarf. Smegging brilliant.
"Does your family still play football before Thanksgiving Dinner?"
"Of course! There's some things even the apocalypse can't change!"
Somehow in the geek’s mind, a person who is lost if electricity goes off for 15 minutes will successfully navigate a post-apocalyptic planet.
The essence of the cozy catastrophe is that the hero is having a pretty good time (a girl, free suites at the Savoy, automobiles for the taking) while everyone else is dying off.
The population is greatly decreased
And now the odds are greatly increased
That I may someday get a chance
To kiss your lips
I thank the Lord each day
For the Apocalypse
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead
But sugar I won't let it go to my head
My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt
But I'm still chasin' chitlins, whiskey and skirt
And now the odds are greatly increased
That I may someday get a chance
To kiss your lips
I thank the Lord each day
For the Apocalypse
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead
But sugar I won't let it go to my head
My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt
But I'm still chasin' chitlins, whiskey and skirt
—"Chitlins, Whiskey And Skirt," Full Throttle
What I miss: The first sip of a cool drink in a dark bar; bumping into a friend; getting a late cab home and listening to Magic FM; booking holidays, especially with friends; ice-cream in a cone.
What I don’t: Small talk; feeling guilty about not having people over for dinner; cold afternoons in the playground; ready-made sandwiches.
It's the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine
And I feel fine
One should not attend even the end of the world without a good breakfast.
