Another thing I think is great: drugs. I love my drugs. When I have a headache, sweet codeine takes away the pain. Then there's the one I take for acid reflux, plus the anti-depressant which stops me from getting withdrawals from the anti-depressant, and a couple more to monitor my diabetes.
Without drugs, I would probably be on a constant sugar rush, or in a coma, or aware of my innate alienation caused by the soullessness of late consumerism. Drugs are good.
This intriguing combination of enthusiams brings me to someone I don't like much. George Osbourne. There is a rumour - and a conspiracy theory - that Gorgeous George liked his drugs, too.
Then there is this video: hardly proof, but the look on his face is hilarious.
Then there is the revelations by one of his former friends - it was in The News of the World. The documentary gets into murky waters - although they missed a trick by not noticing that George was pals with a Sinclair, from the aristocratic family who always seem to turn up in those wild history books about The Templars.