Pop Idol

When I woke up this morning, I could tell immediately that something was askew. I slid out of bed, and slipped my new slippers on - as you do with slippers, it's in the name - tripped over the cat, and at last left my tip of a room. With sleep-blurred eyes, I stared in vain at the obstacle in front of me. I quickly gave up trying to figure out what it was by looking at it, and slowly lifted my finger to poke it. Surprisingly it swore, and hit out at me. It was then I realised that the obstacle was my brother. He thrust a phone in my face, mumbled something incoherrent, and moved back into his flea-infested-death-pit-of-doom (bedroom). I put the phone to my ear. No one was on the other end. I went back to bed.