Fuddland

In preparation for my night-shift duties at the Crisis shelter, I’m staying up as late as I can manage tonight, to begin shifting my bodyclock towards the nocturnal mode of life. Having never done anything like this before, I’m unsure just how many of the traditional day-to-day activities can be simply shifted eleven-or-so hours without society cocking its collective head to one side and frowning disapprovingly.

For example, I suspect no-one will have a problem with me having my “breakfast”—tea and toast or cereal—at eight o’clock at night, but when I come home from a hard day’s work at around nine o’clock in the morning, would it be acceptable to crack open a few beers as I relax in front of the telly before heading to bed? [Perhaps the fact that I’d be watching daytime television talkshows is justification enough for hitting the bottle, night-shift or no night-shift?]