“And then your alarm rings and screams at you to get up but you hurl it across the room in rage and sob to yourself that you can't possibly be expected to get out of bed and do something useful. And then you wander around the office feeling like you're moving through a forest of duvets, always a little too warm -- like your body has just decided that it's asleep in defiance of all the evidence. And everything is woolly and your brain doesn't work properly and nothing flows and it's all completely infuriating.” — Tom Coates