Hoot Your Trap Off

Or "This is ridiculous. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go."

They say a picture tells a thousand words. So here is a brief, well a few thousand words, discription of my weekend.

I spent, in total, 8 hours on a coach to and from London to see The Girl. This was all very last minute otherwise I would of taken the train. It more choice.

I arrived in London earlier then The Girl. She was arriving from a weekend holiday away and was told there was a delay with her flight.
I decided, instead of heading straight to hers, to kill a bit of time. My plan was to get off at Victoria coach station. Pick up some tea to cook at The Girl's, while waiting for her, and walk along the river, from the coach station to London Bridge. Yes it seemed like a long walk. But I had A LOT of time.
A few minutes after walking out of Victoria with some tea, I walked in the direction I thought the river was. And got lost. "Bloody tourist!" I though to myself.
I then spent about 20 minutes trying to work out how to get to the nearby river using only the maps on the bus stops. When I spotted this building.

Nice name.
I wondered to myself, what the person was thinking when they named this building?

A few minutes later I found the river. And seen these really nice apartments,

The roof top gardens were my favourite bit.

Which are located opposite this 'Government Building.'

Despite all the movies, it's still listed on maps as Government Building. Which made me smile.

After getting to this point I decided that I'd find the nearest tube. Despite having a 'rough idea' of were London Bridge station might be And having written some quick directions, I decided not to chance fate and end up lost again.

I arrived at The Girls, 9 hours after I left my house. Just under 3 hours after arriving in to London. This was an epic journey.

The Girl arrived home a little later. After welcoming her back with hugs, she gve me my present from her holiday.
THe first was a peice of rock from the Berlin wall. Which had a small plastic car on the top. Very strange, but strangely amusing.
The next is possible the best holiday present I ever got, some strange monkey, thing.

Yessssss, look at the size of its monkey tail!

There is a German site, but I didnt write down the address. So here is the American site, if you fancy having a nose around.
Barefoottoys.com

In Other News
Now I can cook the perfect boiled egg. Thanks to the great 'yolks' (haha, see what I did there!?) at Lion.
In a few months, eggs will have a small plastic sticker, which when boiled for the correct amount of time will reveal the Lion Quality logo.
I wonder if I put the sticker in the pan when frying an egg it will work just as well?

Or "Is everyone fine? Annie are you ok?"

Brie de Meaux is an illegal cheese. In 1950, the Food and Drug Administration enacted Title 21, Part 133 of the cheese code, banning all cheeses made from unpasteurized milk if aged less than 60 days. The FDA thought these young raw milk cheeses were likely to carry deadly pathogens, and notwithstanding the fact that the French have survived centuries of raw cheese consumption, the U.S. government put an end to its importation.

Or "Yeah, it's the kind when you've ordered it the chef's in the back laughing."

So yesterday I had The Dinner with work. As reported earlier, it was decided that we go to a nearby curry/Indian house for our free meal. I'm not a huge fan of curries. And I'm not that good with hot food. In fact I'm rubbish when it comes to hot food.
I even joked if they had anything milder then water. And if not, Id just have a bowl of water with some rice!
Instead of having one dish each, 6 dishes were bought and shared between the 6 of us. I slapped on a bit of all dishes and sat down. The Asian guy I work with decided to get a plate of chillis as well. So I tried a very small one. Along with some rice and chicken. And it wasn't too bad. It was kind of mild. SO I thoguht fine, if this meal is going to pretend to be hot, but really be mild, then that is how it is going to be.
I got pretty fully after my first plate, so sat and waited for everyone else to finish. The guy sat next to me with his plate of chillis, had one spare. So I thought "Why not? Let's finish it off."
I downed the slice of chilli in one go. On it's own. Barebacking! No protection.
...
That was my mistake. Almost straight away my mouth was going on fire. I couldn't get my breath and my tongue felt like it wanted to jump out of my mouth, slap me a few times, before drowning itself in the nearest water bowl. Which would of been the toilet. I wasnt going to let my tongue near the toilet so I tried to hold out to it. I went read. Started to sweat a bit. All over! Tried sipping a bit of cold beer to help things a tiny bit (yes I know it makes things worse, but I wasnt thinking properly)
I was in so much pain. It was the stupidest thing I've ever done. After a brief spell in the toilet splashing a little water on myself, I was feeling a bit fine. My tongue had a few ulcers and was very numb. But at least it felt back at home in my mouth.
Very very stupid of me!!

Other News Update
Well my remote has returned. After putting out an APB (I think thats what American cops say) on the remote around the house I went to my room to search for it.
I looked under the bed, in the covers, boxes, under clothes. All the places that I had looked in to yesterday. Then I pulled a bag from under my bed. One I had searched in and under many times before, and when pushing it back under the bed, the remote appeared. As if by magic.
So all is well. I was able to get back to watcing Seinfeld last night, phew!

Or "Well after doing the gardening, I got a text and ... yada yada."

So there is this guy that I work with. He is the guy that I hate to have any kind of conversation with. He is the Constant Moaner. He can complain about any given number of things. In fact, I'm pretty sure that he can mix in to moans, in to one all mighty moan. I'm sure if he was given a bit of time, and a lot of tea, he could possible come up with some, utterly complex moan, that spans different parts of his life, work, personal...,work. The moaning about work seems to be his favourite.
Even in team meetings, when being breifed about one particualr subject, when asked "any questions?" his hand will raise as if he gets pleasure from it, and will fire off questions that do not relate to anything mentioned in the meeting. Things that had happened even before my time here.
In fact when asked if there are any more questions, I've even started having an automatic like repsonse in looking in his direction immediately after the question.
There was even an incident, when I was in the toilet, using the urinal, and he was stood behind me moaning about not being given some job he applied for internally. I mean it isnt very often that I speak to men in the toilet. Especailly when I'm using the facilities. But, this guy will take any opportunity to have a moan.

Although, I am moaning about a moaner it seems....

Update
The Constant Moaner was given a different internal job he applied for. Whether he was given it as he had recently broke his leg and was walkign around in plaster, or if the manager ust wanted to have him moaning at someone else is anyone's guess.
But this works out great for me. As the manager has had to fill this new position, which he did with a guy who works on the same project on me. This guy had booked holidays at the same time I wanted, but as he is leaving and his place is being given to somone else, I can take those days holidays I wanted.
Which means Ill have no worries when I leave for V Festival in....about 3 weeks. Yikes, thats close. Best get writing down my list of what not to forget.

Anyone else attending any festivals this year?

In Other News
Missing, one telly remote. Last seen, on my bedroom floor.
It seems some how, my remote for my TV has gone missing. Normally my DVD and Telly remote are always together. This is due to not having an external ariel in my room, therefore only being able to use the TV to watch DVD's.
It now means Im going to have to go through my whole room lookng for it. Not that my room is a mess, it's just that Im stil kind of living out of boxes, and a lot of clothes are just folded up on the floor. And with the remote not being where it should be, Ill have to go through all other options. Even checking inside my duvet cover.

If I dont find it, it means I cant watch no DVD's. Can't play on Nintendo (dont know why I've just bid on two games on eBay. I can only blame boredom at work).

So if anyone see's a TV remote for a Bush TV, please send it my way.

Or "This posting is brought to you in multiple parts."

I know someone who is awful at keeping secrets. Absolutly terrible.

Alot of people who try to keeps secrets can do, but there is often a combinsation to 'The Vault.' This can range from anything like being given free alcohol, to being offerd gifts.

Myself, my combination is other secrets. If I have a really good secret, if ever asked for the secret I will sometimes share it if I get told a secret in return that is otf equal value. Sometimes I might take 2 secrets that might not be as good, but equal the one I have.

Now The Girl is terrible. She is awful at keeping secrets. So bad in fact, that had she been given any time on an TV/radio show would probably spill all her secrets before the "On Air" light flashed up red.
he, in fact, has no vault to store any secrets!

For example, when we first dating, she wanted to keep us a secret from a few friends. So it wasnt mentioned. People had specualted it was me she was dating, but we always said no. Then off she went for a drink with these people and within minutes of sitting down had been asked if I was her secret boyfriend. She sucked in her cheeks, and pulled that face ytou pull when your trying to be serious but cant help laughing and shook her head.
After being asked the same question, a few seconds later, she burst. It all came out. She let everyone know, and there was no pressure at all. Althoguh she did send me a text saying "ooops, everyone knows."

After seeing her home after the weekend, she was a little sad as our goobyes were cut very short and had to be quick, plus she is off out seeing some boyband/pop guy next weekend.
I gave her a call when I got home and within minutes of the conversation she blurted out, out of the blue;
"I have a secret!"
"Ok, what is it?" I replied.
"....." Realising that this was a secret, she wasnt suppose to tell.
"Well, will you tell me?"
"I was going to wait till Saturday to tell you." struggling to keep her secret, secret.
"So what is it? You can tell me."
"I might be able to see you when I get back this weekend."

It turns out she found out last night that she gets back in to the UK early evening, and half way to Leeds anyway.

"How long did you keep that a secret for?" I asked, wondering if this was something she had been planning for a few days.
"errr...about 4 hours!"
"Well done, you did really well!"

Everyone has a combination to their vault, whats yours?

The weekend went pretty well. Apart from the plans being changed a little bit as I got too drunk on an empty stomach when with my dad, so fell asleep not long after the BBQ.
One highlight was when I tried to tip a paddling pool on everyone, obviously not a good impression to make when introducing your girlfriend to your family and friends.

One added bit of the weekend was the waxing. For a 'fun' idea, The Girl decided that she should wax my chest. And despite saying it looked like I was in a bit of pain, and had a very red and sore chest, she later admitted that she had enjoyed it. A lot! Hmmmmm...

Lastly, no "In other news....." today. Slow news day.
Instead, we have...
Funny Quote of the Weekend
On the train heading in to Runcorn. The snack trolley wheels past saying;
"Snack or hot drinks for anyone? Or maybe for those who have had a long and difficult day, something more alcoholic?"
Well it is after 12, so why not!

Yesterday I asked who ever was reading my blog, that if they had stole Sponge Bob the squirrel monkey, to hand him back.

Well it seems, there is no more panic anymore. Sponge Bob has been found. Playing in Clapham with some kids. And is back with all his monkey lovers....Yessssss

Or "If something is worth doing, it's worth doing right."

Before moving from the small fog of Runcorn to the big lights of Leeds all my friends said "Yeah we'll come up visit." Many plans have been made, and then dropped.
Not that I'm missing Runcorn, but it's been almost 4 months since I seen my old friends and it would be nice to see them again. Of course I keep in touch, but it isn't as good as havnig a pint with them.
I figured why wait for them? Why not I just go to Runcorn for a weekend. Plus it means I can see my family again for a few days. Killing the proverbial two birds with one stone.

Instead of not seeing The Girl for the weekend, I though it would be a nice idea to invite her over to see where I grew up.
So we are heading over to my home town this weekend.

I'm excited about seeing my family and friends, especially my dad. There isn't much that I'm nervous about. Despite my mum warning me of not taking The Girl down the Old Town for a night out. I realy want to. It's been years since I've been the Old Town for a night out. And will probably be a few years again. In that respect it's nice to visit once every half a dozen years.
Yes, the occasionaly fight/drug taking/under age drinking does take place. But that happens everywhere. I'm not saying Runcorn is special. It's just small town, and everyone is in one part of town.
I'm just a little nervous that the various sizes, shapes and looks of the people from Runcorn might make The Girl a little uncomfortable.

First I have to persuade my friends who live in Runcorn that going the Old Town is a good idea....which could be tricky!

Not that there is anything wrong with Runcorn, some people might say "if there was a Heaven and Hell, Hell would just be an over populated version of Runcorn." But it's my home town and will always have a place in my heart.

Anyway, here are a few facts about my home town,
RUNCORN
Things I already knew;
-The "Bus Way" was the first of it's kind in the UK.
-The show "Two Pints of Larger and a Packet of Crisp" is based there.
-The Runcon Bridge is one of the largest of it's kind in the UK.
-The first reported alien abduction was at Runcorn. (My favourite Runcorn fact)
-It is a hotspot of UFO activity (I'm sure I've seen a few UFO's on clear nights)
-Runcorn is over ran by chav's, or "scallies."
-It has the brightest nickname of any town, 'Sunny Runny.' Doesn't it just dazzle you? (Thanks to good friend Adie for that one! Word)

Some stuff I didn't know;
-Runcorn comes from the Saxon "Rumcofan" which means wide bay or creek.
-Old maps show Runcorn as being called Wronkhorne, although I don't know where this comes from.
-The first mention of Runcorn, or Wronkhorne, is in AD915. Pretty early.
-It wasn't mentioned in the Doomsday book.
-This could be thanks to William the Conqueror, having harried it to worthlessness. Cheers Bill!
-The Runcorn bridge is in fact the largest of it's kind in the UK. And takes 2 and a half minutes to cross. You should try walking it. It can be something else on a windy day.
-It is one of the most industrial parts of the UK.
-The shopping centre was the first indoor shopping plaza in Europe. You think something like this the Council they'd make a shout about. But nope.
-There is a second BBC series set in Runcorn, "Drop Dead Gorgeous." Which, despite what the title suggest's is not about me!

But here is a little more about my favourite fact, James Cook. Abductee, Freedom Fighter and Founder....

James Cooke claimed he was hijacked by aliens in a flying saucer from Runcorn Hill in September 1957. Cooke claimed that he was invited by a voice into a 12 feet flying saucer that took him in a larger hangar where he was met by beautiful hermaphrodite extraterrestrials who let him visit homeworld, Zomdic, a planet orbiting a star light years away from our own solar system. On this planet, he said, the ground transportation system is operated by "manipulation of musical vibration", and no money is used as the resident of Zomdic "have long ago discovered how to transform energy to matter."
He met the master of planet Zomdic who told him "the inhabitant of your planet will upset the balance if they persist in using force instead of harmony. Warn them of the danger." Cook replied "they won't listen to me" and the master replied "or anybody else either". (Quite funny this leader character isn't he!!) He was returned home 45 hours later.
After a later contact, this time on Frodsham Hill, James set up the Church of Aquarius in the town. It became so popular that a second "church" was opened. Here, James "channeled" information from the elders of Zomdic. The church ran for 10 years before James disappeared from public view in 1969.

What do you know about your home town?

In Other News
A 12 foot python named Houdini had to have 2-hour surgery to remove an electric blanket from inside it. The snake had tried to digest 8 foot of the blankey, with the wires becoming intangled in it's stomach.
Houdini's owner, Mr Beznoska, took the snake to the hospital after seeing he was lookign a little unwell.....and that the queen size blanket seem to of gone missing from the snakes cage.

Or "If you stole Sponge Bob the monkey, please return him!"

For certain reasons, mainly that I've not been able to provide proof of address, I haven't had my own bank account until a few weeks ago.
I'm now the proud owner of 'internet banking' and can set up standing orders, no problem. Well accept that I forget that they are there and pay in a second amount of bill money to paying in account my usual old way. Must break that habit and soon.

I found myself in Morrisons the other day without any cash at at hand. Only my card. I decided to go for the whole chip and pin thing.

This was a first for me. I had seen this being done. And thought it's about time to give it a go.

Now I did find it quite handy. I had no loose change after making the transaction. Plus I didnt have to worry about making sure I get cash out of the hole in the wall. Which of course can be a mission in itself with massive queues at peak times.

But the thing is, is I hate people who do use chip and pin. I admit some people are swift and have there card out and ready, punch in the numbers fast and away they go. I had my card ready and felt I was pretty quick.
But there are some people who, despite having been waiting in a queue for a few minutes and having nothing else to do, do not get their card ready. Then when they get to the cashier, they spend minutes, fumbling around in theirbag/pocket/wallet for their card. Trying to put it in the slot themselves and being told "wrong way...no not that way, the other way. No the other other way."
Then to make matters worse, they enter in the pin number wrong, or their card doesnt register.
This of course holds up the queue and people start to get annoyed

And I dont want to be one of these people that have people annoyed at them. Well at least not when I dont mean it.

Im stuck whether to stick with cash, or go full out and use the chip and pin?

If done quickly and smoothly, can be done in similar speeds to using cash.
But if I take my time, or things go wrong, I know Ill be able to feel Their eyes behind me peircing my head. Or even over the top sighs. Which I feel will make me crack under all that pressure.

I suppose with a little practice though, and having my card in my hand before I join the queue, that I can get use to chip and pin....

I just with The Others, would be as kind and have their card out ready too.

In Other News
I've been reading quite alot about things being stolen. Like the tiny monkey Sponge Bob, that is in The Metro/BBC after being stolen.
But this article about theives stealing a 14 foot inflatable sheep is quite amusing.
I'm thinking it is either some kids who were very very stoned.
Or a very horny mountain giant, possible cyclops.

Or "Yo' Blair!"

Well after hearing I was seeing someone else The Ex became a little..., 'spiteful' is probably the best word.

While we were dating, we had a bet that she wouldnt be able to go a certain amount of time, I think it was a week, without her getting nasty. Not nasty, nasty, just annoyed, upset and shouty for no reason at all, nasty.
Well, of course I won this better in a matter of hours. (With all this taking place a few months ago Im'm sorry my details are vague)
Anyway, my prize for winning the bet was "The Mighty Boosh" 2 season box set. Excleent prize indeed. And if you have never seen The Boosh, I highly recommnend you go pick up this box set.

So after seeing The Girl for a few weeks, The Ex starts to become a bit bitchy towards us both. I feel is uncalled for, as me and The Ex have been split up since February. Although The Ex says that she has her reason's for being spiteful/bitchy.
But she became so bitchy lately as to ask back for my winnings for the bet. She claims that it wasnt a gift, it was a bet and as I have "become nasty" I should give it back.
I say its a gift. And you cant de-gift people just because you feel like being spiteful.
In order to stop The Ex from harrassing me, or The Girl, I decided the best thing to do is to give her the gift back. This way there will be no reason for The Ex to contact me again. Result. This is something I've wanted in a while.

Although I do love The Boosh. And there will always be other DVD's.

But the fact still remains, that I was de-gifted a gift. I feel under no circumstances can you de-gift a gift. Well maybe wedding presents if people dont get married can be de-gifted. But without the 'wedding' there is no 'wedding presents.' So in that case it isnt a 'de-gifting,' more like a 'voiding.'

How you ever been de-gifted? Or have you ever de-gifted?

Update
In order to be seen as taking the "'higher ground' The Ex said I don't have to give the present back. Although this doesn't really matter, as hearing I had been de-gifted, The Girl went out and bought me the Might Boosh box set.
PS Id like to add how very very nice and kind it was of The Girl to buy me this DVD...and I didnt even have to win any bets

In other news
I really hope that this two faced cat survives. It looks pretty cute....and strange. Awwwww

Or "If I were to move again, then what would I do?"

One of my favourite food outlets back in Runcorn was a pastie shop called "Sayers." There were loads of these shops in Runcorn. And even more in surrounding larger towns and cities, ie Liverpool.
They had a huge selection of pasties, they were cheap but mainly they were the best tasting pasties on the planet.
I learnt that Sayers isnt a big company. People in the South wont have a clue who they are at all. In fact I think people in the North East wont know either.
But I loved my Sayers and any chance I had to pick one up on my dinner break at work, or just on my days off I would.

When I moved to Leeds and started looking for a job, one of the first, most important things I thought off was where to eat? Luckily I got job in Leeds city centre. Although on the other side of the tracks, it's only a sixty second walk to the busy shopping center of Leeds.
Plenty of places to eat. But it turns out no Sayers. They have loads of pastie shops, Gregs, Ainsley's and even some nice bagel shops. Despite loving my bagels, they were a little too pricey.
As for the pasties, the selection was thin and they didnt taste as nice as back hom.
After a few months working here I've finally found I can get nice pizza's for less then a pound at some of the above stores.

But I still wanted a pastie. I still wanted a Sayers.

Then the other day, taking a different route to the bus stop from the supermarket I spotted something recognisable. It was a blue sign with orange wirting similar to Sayers back home. Except it was called Hampsons over here.
I recall many time looking at the Sayers wrapper and seeing Hampsons written across it and wondering what it was?

It turns out that in Merseyside/Cheshire Sayers is Sayers. In Manchester/Lancashire/Yorkshire Sayers is Hampsons. Both identical, just a different name above the shop.

I'm made up at my new discovery and went to Sayers/Hampsons the following day on my dinner hour. All my favourite pasties are there. Even the tasty 'meat and potato.' They taste just the same, and even teh wrapper has Hampsons and Sayers written across it.
Finally I though, Leeds feels like a proper 'home.'

Only probably is that the shop is on teh other side of the centre. And although it's only a 10 minute walk, and I et an hour on my break. I inevitably have to walk through "The Crowds."

And like any other busy modern city, the worse part about the shopping centre is the busy streets. Which always seems to be even more busier on my dinner hour.

So, now I have my destination and starting point. All I have to do is join the two dots so that I get a good path, without being bumped in to, walked in front of, stepped in front of, held up by slow walkers who seem to group together or any other action that the stupid stupid silly public seem to do when I'm in a rush.

Will I be able to find a route? Who knows? But what I do know is that this is the only place I want to get my lunch from. (Except Fridays when I treat myself and maybe get a bagel.)

In other news             
Anyone wanting to go on holiday, but not put up with all the hassle? Or how about you want to go somewhere nice but not spend all that money?
Well now there is a company that will allow you to visit any where in the World without having to do anything. For a small fee this company will give you flight ticket stubbs, hotel reciepts, get you some souvenirs and even photo shop you in on some nice photos.
Now you can have that fantastic holiday you always been telling people about.
(Can anyone see something Total Recall-y about this? Nice!)

Also, I can't believe this has been out for so long and I've never seen it. Presenting......Aaaaaaaaaadrian

Or "I'm sure there is ways of keeping it cold."

Over the World Cup Final's work had a bit of a competition. The rules were simply to "choose a team from the hat. Decorate your desk in a theme relating to your country."

We pulled out Brazil and did very little. Some desks through up loads to start off with. And the desks looked pretty good. But the boss said that he wanted to keep his cards close to his chest. Wait till the last day before putting everything up. Thus meaning that no one could steal our ideas.

We put up a few pictures. Some flags and posters of the Brazil team. We wrote out in card "Welcome...." in Portugese and hung it above the desk. But nothing too much to really stand out.
But then some bright spark decided to change all the "contact list's" in to Portugese, send all sickness and other reports to the boss in Portugese. So there were a few little things.
It was then decided that everyone should wear Brazil tops, there was a store selling them for 99p. And the bright spark from earlier made some Brazilian dishes to try and win extra votes.

All the little things added up and of course we won.

Now the prize, isn't actually too much. It's a free meal, well about £13 each off a meal, where ever we want to eat.
Everyone has decided to eat..., of course my least favourite of all dishes. The curry.
I don't know too much about curries. I know they are hot and that Im not too fond of hot.
My mum used to make a really tasty rogan josh. Other then that I'm helpless, and hardly ever eat a curry.
But The Girl is different. She loves them. I think it's even her favourite dish. So I've been able to pick up a few flavours while visiting her. But I dont know if I will be able to manage to choose a dish that I like without any help?

Just my luck. Are team win a free meal and everyone decide's to go to curry house.

In Other News            

What is worse? Your mum dressing up as a man? Or your mum dressing up as a pirate? Or your mum dressing up as Jack Sparrow? Even without sound it is worth watching the video clip, yaaaaaarrrggg!

Or "How people should learn to sleep silently."

I was reading in The Metro yesterday that some study had been conducted about the sleeping habits of people. Not just any old sleeping habits, but the sleep talking habits.
I don't know if anyone had read this, but it was a little snipet of news on page 6.
It said;

Now these numbers seem a lot different to what I'd expect. I wouldn't of that almost a quarter of of sleep talkers have nothing better to talk about then the office. Unless of course you're working for Clinton back in ninety-five.

I would of thought that the social happening's surrounding the sleep talkers would of been most on the sleep talkers lip's.
Or even inane ramblings (different to what sleep walkers do) would of been top.

And what about the 4% who spoke of food. What would you discuss in your sleep? Was the sleep talker a chef perhaps? Or that voice over girl from the M&S adverts? Actually I'd like to here her sleep talk;
"This isn't just any sleep talking. This is MY sleep talking."
Alright woman.

I know that often people who do sleep talk will answer questions. I done this to my first love. It would always be stupid questions and was fun, but I suppose it could be dangerous in the wrong hands. All these spies that try to keep people awake for days to get secrets, why not just let people sleep and ask them while they doze? Wouldn't that be easier?

The thing that got me the most of this article was the last sentence. I mean a sleep talking study, this can only be researched by scientist's in white lab coats. They attach wire's to people's heads, focus camera's and microphone's on the volunteer's and see, or at least hear, what is being said.
But nope, according to the last sentence of this story;

Now a hotel company have done this research. How have they done this? Obvioulsy the guest's can't say, "Oh yeah, I talk about food." Mainly due to the fact that they're asleep they haven't got a clue.  So surely the only explanations for how this study was conducted are, either;
- The hotel are asking guests if it is possible that a member of staff sits in the room with the guests as they sleep and makes a note of what is being said. Or;
- The hotel are having staff sit in rooms either side of guests, and listening through the walls as to what is being said. Of course this might be a little be trickier, but I'm sure the hotel offer the staff glass cups to listen through.

Do you, or your parnter sleep talk? What is the strangest conversation you've had with a sleep talkie?

In other news                        

Thom Yorke's un-solo album, The Eraser, was released yesterday. I'm still waiting for my copy from Play.com which I suspect will be on my hall floor by time I get back home.
Of course there is plenty of reviews and interviews flying around the web for Radiohead's frontman first solo project. My favourite of all of these is;

Twisted little gnome? I like. Make sure you pick up your copy of this fantasic album.

Anything else