Good morning, Sunshine !

Barry enjoyed the rays of the sun. Sometimes. 
When coming out of a club at 5 am in Ibiza for example, and joining a sunrise/comedown party on the beach.
Or at the annual summer barbecue at his mate Kevin's house. Wearing his shorts and sandals, winning the Whitest Legs competition and biting with ferocious appetite into his chicken fillet and salmonella burger. 

But not at 7.20 am on a Monday, on his way to work, with a raging hangover. 
Oh no. 
Couldn't someone turn the shaggin light off?!