Nah yeah: Turning up to work prepped for “detox week” with three fucking litres of homemade pumpkin soup, a kilo of beans and an apple.

Yeah nah: Crumbling by lunchtime thanks to the irresistible allure of a four-day-burger in the work fridge which was leftover from Fat Friday. Apparently the risk of food poisoning was not enough to deter me from soggy bread, half-frozen meat and drippings of aoili/ garlic-infused shame. I would like to say that I was repulsed after one bite, but it seems I have a pallette that needs refining.