There are never enough hours. I can always feel them behind me, snapping at my heels, the things I ought to do, need to stay up late for, ought to have done weeks ago, and by neglecting which I neglect parts of my life I need to improve.
It wracks me with guilt, makes me feel awful.
So let me make it clear, I do not suggest this lightly. Take 90 minutes, make yourself a hot drink, and enjoy Mark Gatiss’ Horror Europa. Worth your licence fee, and then some.