This is how I'd like to leap out of bed in the morning:

It's not of course. I look more like this:

Why is that?

It could have something to do with sitting up till the am's reading the new Vanity Fair about Tiger's toys.

This always happens when the black-clad magazine arrives in my letterbox.

Last time it was Ms Nancy Jo Sales and the little blighters in Louboutins.

But for Ms Sales next day blinky-lids are 100% worth it.