Evenin' all!

What time do I call this, rolling into the office at 1 p.m. I know, I know, I'm a disgrace to academia. A slackademic, in fact.

Well, I was in bed. I went fencing last night, had a drink afterwards to mark the last one of the season, and then just didn't want to get up this morning. I actually thought my lie-in days were over after the final PhD push, when I was going to bed for 3 hours max. At one stage I was so spaced out that I just sat and watched a neighbour set fire to her husband's car without it occurring to me that this kind of behaviour was a bit odd.

Anyway, I'm allowed a morning off - I'm doing an Open Evening for potential part-time students tonight. I've washed and everything. Whether anyone will turn up is a different matter, but it's important. This place specialises in making education available for non-traditional students, and evening teaching is central to that. Besides, some of this year's very best students have been part-timers.

I would have posted The Bardots' shoegaze classic to exemplify how I feel right now, but Youtube - and thus the internet - has failed me yet again. The same goes for GNAC's chamber-pop masterpiece 'Friend Sleeping',  The Cat's Miaow's 'Sleepyhead'. Thankfully, Catchers' song of the same name is available, so there must be a few sane people in charge of the web.



If you like something a little more upbeat, have Edwyn Collins' stomper, 'Losing Sleep':



Slightly tangentially, but it deserves resurrection: Ned's Atomic Dustbin's 'Not Sleeping Around'.



It seems like bands from Stourbridge weren't very attractive - the Wonder Stuff also had to 'Sleep Alone':



And I couldn't ignore The Smiths' 'Asleep'. Wallow in the misery:



Right, on with some research.