Here’s the thing: watching the Australian Open in the UK is a badge of honour. It’s proof you’re dedicated enough to let a sport ruin your circadian rhythm. You’ll stumble into work with dark circles and a sense of smugness that no one else understands.
And when you finally see the winner lift that trophy at 10 a.m. your time, you’ll feel like a champion too. You’ve survived the sleep deprivation, the streaming glitches, and the biscuits shortage. You’ve earned that victory nap. Go on—set your alarm for the final. Just double-check the time zone.
