I am so rough this morning, you could strip us both down and use me as a loofah.
Now imagine Mick Hucknall whispering those words to you as you struggle to wake up.
Yep, that's how I feel today.
Last night went something like: work, pub - do not pass "home," drink, drink, other stuff, last orders, lost keys. As luck would have it, my brother was fortunately - or maybe habitually - also in the pub, so after traipsing back to his pad, a couple of spliffs and an hour or so of Halo 3, I slept in my clothes on his sofa.
My brother lives quite a way out of town, and it took me almost an hour to walk to work because he was too hungover to give me a lift.
On my way, I caused a car crash.