what those people are is not busy but tired. Exhausted. Dead on their feet. It’s almost always people whose lamented busyness is purely self-imposed: work and obligations they’ve taken on voluntarily, classes and activities they’ve “encouraged” their kids to participate in. They’re busy because of their own ambition or drive or anxiety, because they’re addicted to busyness and dread what they might have to face in its absence.

The group can be seen using ingredients foraged from the streets of London to prepare a tasty meal of nettle soup and salad with Alexander relish sandwiches (and no, the potatoes were not foraged. They came from Waitrose).