It's 7am and a man wakes up full of the joys of spring - not! He turns on the radio to hear some bad news about a bomb on a plane; terrible floods; psychotic killings; havoc on the stock exchange; government paralysis - yep, he just turns it off and heads to the fridge. Maybe solace from an omelette? Well not if the egg is on the linoleum, no! Maybe it's something to do with his horrendous polka dot boxers? Toast? Surely that can't go wrong... ? Radio back on and more doom and gloom from Vietnam. The most anaemic of toast pops out but it'll have to do before a glance in the mirror does nothing to cheer him. Now hastily shaved and covered in blotting tissues, he dresses for the day and more radio - is this man just a sucker for punishment? What about the weather... This is quite darkly amusing for a few minutes but then it sort of sinks under the weight of it's own melancholy and becomes a bit over-done. Still, if it had been me I'd have just gone back to bed for the rest of my life. At least he left his apartment!
