Sleepy doze

Because my Year 12 students have now left, so I have no tutorial appointments, I have afforded myself the luxury of a lie-in this morning. The problem with knowing there's no urgent need to get up, is that I tend to doze, the dulcet tones of John Humphries drifting in and out of my consciousness. This morning, I could swear that Robert Smith was on telling us how Lou Reed was rude to his dad, then Anne Widdecombe and Esther Ranson were arguing about underage sex - and if that ain't going to make you wake up and get out of bed, *nothing* will.