I hate alarm clocks. I’ve always preferred to wake up to the radio/cuddling/the smell of coffee and bacon. But, wow, there’s something to be said for the stark wakeup call of a hard skull to the cheekbone. Harry really likes morning headbutts. And they sure do the job of getting me up (for ice and Tylenol).
(Also: sado-masochistic alarm clock is a good band name)