sunday.

As I was working off my Saturday night on my couch - potentially only two steps away from cro-magnon - I pretty much thought "Woof!" and "thank god nobody has to see me looking like this."

Let me say - some people can wake up looking rather presentable after rolling out of bed. For me this is an impossibility. My hair always looks like a mane. It's usually worse after a night out where I've used product to keep it in place for the hours that I'm out. Somehow that product is only effective whilst you're out having a good time. As soon as you lie down - all bets are off. As if it wants you to look like a cracked out whore. Seriously - I don't think anyone should have to look at this mug in the morning.

Actually CBF is the only person I regularly allow to see me in the morning. Clearly unavoidable when you're sleeping a few feet away from the person. It's pretty much a running joke about the hair and other lingering effects if it's been a long night out. You know, that pale pallor you might rocking, the bloodshot eyes, that darned eyeliner that takes 18 washes to fully get off.

Anyway, I always think, "Wow. That is true love if anyone isn't entirely repulsed the next morning."

I think it's no secret that I'm a little obsessed with Bloc Party - even if I'm a little sad how mainstream they've become. But Kele's voice will always do things to me - seriously he could sing about rubbish and I'd be okay with that.

Anyway, on their latest album - one that's a little mellower and little more emotional - he sings just about the perfect love song to me. Of course it doesn't hurt that it's set to great music. It's shockingly called "Sunday" and if he sang the chorus to me, I'd think he was the most perfect man ever, because I don't think I've ever heard anything more romantic. I really wish I knew an easy way to post songs...so here are the lyrics.

Sunday

Heavy night, it was a heavy night
Feels like we've just, come back from the dead
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone
If we get up now, we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under15's playing football in the park
Let’s sit in St Leonard's on this alcoholic day
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out

I work hard all week and so do you
We deserve to let off some steam
Less orthodox creeping,
We need to rage through all of this life
There might be ones who are smarter than you
That have the right answers that wear better shoes
Forget about those melting ice caps
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out

When I'm with you, I am calm
A pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile
A private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations
Are all very well
But our love is louder than words

I love you in the morning