Anything involving thinking
Yup, stop right there, chum. That hammering in your noggin means H2O cravings and no brain activity for you today. That means no LA Noire, no reaching the finale of an Assassin’s Creed game (she’s a what now?!), not even a sniff of a Metal Gear Solid title and on no account are you even allowed to go near the time travelling delights of Braid. Dimension crossing is off the cards, PS2 classic puzzling isn’t going to make the cut and if you didn’t already have a chance to ignore point n’ click Captain Morgane, this is the best one imaginable. I’ve not touched a drop of tequila in at least 24 hours and I have no idea what to do with that frying pan and mirror combo.