In fact, it's damn near impossible.
After a glorious day featuring cracking roads; glorious hospitality; lovely weather; delicious, cheap food and wine and great company, I can't find it in me to give a flying fuck about miserable Britain and cock-sniffing arsewipes that currently run it and those that will run it in the future.
And it was all fucking billable work, as well!
Today, my life is great. Let's see what tomorrow brings....