Have you ever met anyone who said the kiwi was their favourite fruit? No, thought not. The kiwi is the jobbing extra of the fruit world, never destined to play a lead role. It would rather camouflage itself and hang around in the fruit bowl for a few days before fulfilling its ultimate destiny of packing out a fruit salad. Continue reading
You know the drill. You glance at the TV schedule and spot a documentary about sleep. Hoping that this will be the one that finally contains that revelation to put an end to your insomnia, you settle down to watch. An hour later you wondered why the hell you bothered – it was just more of the same obvious stuff you’ve heard – and tried – countless times before. Would ‘The Truth About Sleep’ be worth investing an hour of my time in? Continue reading
Like many people I tend to be fixated on the idea of getting eight hours’ sleep. The fact that I have probably only achieved this a handful of times in my adult life doesn’t seem to deter me. I still move dutifully towards bed by 10pm most nights, hopeful that this will be the night that I’ll achieve the magic eight. Recognising that this repetitive, yet fruitless behaviour would be classed as madness by certain scientific geniuses, I’m going to test another theory: aiming for less sleep. Continue reading
I’m eager to share this before it disappears from the iPlayer. Here is a lecture from Professor Russell Foster CBE on the importance of sleep. It was the opening lecture in the BBC Radio 3’s Free Thinking series, which sounds like the kind of improving thing I should be listening to more. Continue reading
Many of the relaxation aids I’ve tried (including Glenn Harrold’s hypnotherapy track featured in my last post) require some kind of visualisation. You know: “Picture some clouds in the sky”, “picture a deserted beach”, “picture a box, full of your troubles”, that kind of thing. My problem is, I just can’t. Continue reading
I’ve had an on/off relationship with Glenn Harrold for years. I’ll admit I’ve not treated him that well. Glenn’s always been there for me through the dark, lonely times and I’ve used him. Then, when things have been better I’ve cast him off, forgetting about him until the next time I needed to hear his voice. I’m sorry Glenn. I hope you can forgive me.
I woke up at 1.52 this morning (I don’t know about you, but I always remember the exact time). I should have listened to what The Sleep Council said about eating curry (see previous post). There are things I can imagine being able to give up. The odd takeaway curry when neither of us can be arsed to cook isn’t one of them.
I’ve listened to Desert Island Discs before to help me drift off and it’s worked, so I thought I’d give it another go.
It’s good to see that an organisation dedicated to helping the nation get a good night’s sleep has chosen such a boring name – nothing too exciting to stop us dropping off, eh? I’m sure I’ve heard of them before, but I’d never actually checked them out until today – see www.sleepcouncil.org.uk. Although they are “the consumer education arm of the National Bed Federation, the trade association for British bed manufacturers” there’s not too much of a hard sell on buying yourself an expensive new bed. Continue reading