Things I have very little interest in....
1. The long, shouty story from a colleague (the one who has some sort of moral objection to laundering his clothes) about how Ryanair has screwed over his booking. (Does it really, really look like I give a flying fuck? Honestly, just cos I walked into the kitchen when you were there does not give you licence to get in my ear, tosspot.)
2. Rollercoasters. Honestly. None.
3. Excuses from Dublin bus.
4. Leaving this couch anytime soon.
5. Natural remedies for cramps (Pfffffffft, give me solpadiene, and give it to me now.)