This was certainly the case at 8.30am on a Sunday morning when, let's face it, all normal people were either warmly tucked up in bed asleep or enjoying an early morning shag.
Not me. I was laying face down on a giant pork pie, in the cold, without a drop of caffeine having touched my lips...
Yes, I know it looks like a beer barrel, but it's a pork pie.
I know what you're thinking, that it looks easy and shouldn't even be on the list. Well, let me tell you, at 8.30 on a Sunday morning it was a difficult challenge and it was also fucking cold, as the lid of the 'pie' is actually metal rather than wood. You're also lucky I'm not wearing my pyjamas and slippers, because it was a serious consideration at one point.
I took this one so that you would know the above picture wasn't of my stunt double.