“Touch wood, I never get sick. I put it down to a twice-daily shot of home made wine. I say wine; it’s actually grape skins distilled in my mate’s backyard vat until the smell of it knocks the socks right off your feet. I guess it’s more grappa on steroids. It tastes like the stuff you might use to fuel a two-stroke lawnmower, but I swear it keeps the lurgy away. Plus life’s pretty agreeable in general, so that helps. I don’t commute, for starters. Why would you? The wifi in my shed is perfectly fast.”