We’ve all had those moments when we are staring into the calming glow of a TV screen – watching a beautiful movie (you know… something with substance). And our bodies are just not as into the idea of cultur-isation as our brains are. And so the battle begins. Either we somehow manage to keep our eyes open – by using devilish tactics: slapping our faces at random moments; slowly pushing ice cubes into the eyeball; holding a fork to the left eye until the right eye cooperates; etc etc. Once the battle has begun its rather difficult to admit defeat – but I’ll tell you something: There is nothing more satisfying than the moment when you say to yourself: “Truce, and goodnight!” The battle immediately ceases to have ever existed and … and …. *yaaaawwwn* zzzzz—