Train Yourself To Do Nothing

Because taking your phone to the beach is for dickheads

I am off on my holidays to the Isle Of Wight. I will spend a fortnight locked into the brilliantly familiar routine of sitting on the beach, swimming in the sea, going up the arcade and eating ice cream on the promenade. I will go to bed early and read my book, get up, run and do it all over again.

This might sound boring to you. It would have sounded bo…