There are moments during a journalist’s life where you end up in utterly bizarre situations that are quite a departure from the status quo. Last week, for example, I found myself sipping champagne and having a chat with Richard Branson while sailing from Portsmouth to Amsterdam. During this very unusual episode aboard the Virgin Voyages’ Resilient Lady, Richard and I had a moment. No no, not that sort of moment; I spotted his Oura ring, he spotted mine, and we both exchanged the knowing nods of two people who knew categorically as a result of wearing said Oura ring that this single glass of champagne was fine for our system but more would scupper our sleep.
It’s not just champagne that massively affects sleep, by the way; in the eight months I’ve been wearing my Oura, it’s told me that eating too late, drinking too much water right before bed, or having any kind of sugar completely and utterly ruins the quality of mine.
