May you rest in peace you funny b*stard

I had a veritable skin full of red last night and I woke to this that I had written:

The thing is that size can matter. I mean, on the cutting edge of performance, you want the dude who can drink himself to oblivion, wake up in the night to remember he hasn't got pants on, and famously not give a sh*t.

That made me really laugh and I then wrote:

I had a hunch that I could deal with the no-pants issue when I woke up.

In loving memory of Sean Lock