It's just a whole lot better if you decide not to give a shit really, saunter up the three flights of stairs, stroll through the office, sit at desk in sweaty tatty commuting clobber, do 8:30 teleconf, drink coffee, get changed and have shower at about 9ish, stuff sweaty clothes into bag, sit on STW for an hour, eat shitloads of food in front of the perpetual dieters, have a kip in the spacious special toilets, do some work, get changed into still damp and stinking clothers, ride home via the pub, have 3 pints, get in just in time for the TdF highlights.