Oh god, I’m so ill. I can barely even sip a cocacola. It’s all gone Pete Tong and there’s no salvaging it. That pizza Cookie’s eating is going to make me throw up I think! I order an ornamental salad. Purely to stare at. Maybe it will absorb via osmosis and I’ll not have to actually physically eat it. I tried this technique for an hour or so with limited success. So I ate the cress from the top and took it home in a brown box, to stare vacantly at it some more, late into the afternoon.
The slow micro consumption of cocacola saved me in the end. Followed by a bag of crisps. It’s the only way. A slow meander through some tourist tat shops kickstarted the transformation back to some semblance of self awareness.