There can’t be many of us.
My maximum entertainment is Spotify trance playlists thudding in my earbuds while I feast my eyes on the Blue Blocks of Doom on my Android phone.
Sometimes I like the purity of self-flagellation that is the no-entertainment option, just the blue graph, cadence-readout tunnel vision and the gale force wind howling round my face from my gigantic fan. Pure, perfect, undiluted misery!
When I’m burying my mind and soul in another deeply unpleasant VO2 Max session, it is such an all-consuming experience that I’m baffled by how or why anyone could or would want to give any attention whatsoever to an actual movie. I mean, I can’t follow the plot in a movie at the best of times…