I've always believed that insomnia can be cured with a bit of TV and a little glass of something soothing.
I woke up at 5 on Saturday morning. Too early to wake up properly, too late to really go back to sleep.
So there I was, watching the West Wing, drinking brandy and eating chocolate cake until the sun came up.
Alarmingly, it was all rather nice. But I'm now waking up fancying a vodka.