"Can't make it. Those bastards next door partied until six this morning singing Orange songs and all. I didn't sleep at all. I'm too exhausted and I've got to get ready for my holiday tomorrow. D'ye want a dog?"
Esteemed Work Colleague phones.
"Can't make it. Mad here all night. We had to get the riot police put (unnamed) out. I'm exhausted. Got no sleep. See you tomorrow at work."