Quadrille night! Sleepy times.


Sleep! When you get enough of it, you take it for granted. When you don’t get enough – oh, how you miss it!

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Well, tonight we’re quadrilling, and, yes – sleep is the word. You can use any variant you like – sleep, asleep, sleeping, sleepy… – just so long as your poem is 44 words long and contains that elusive sleep word.

When I was young, there were leaders like Maggie Thatcher, who claimed to only need four hours sleep a night. “Sleep is for wimps!” – there’s a dispute about whether she said that – it might have been Del Boy from Only Fools and Horses – but it seemed entirely believable. Thrusting, ambitious young people competed to get by with as little sleep as possible. And I was a junior doctor, doing a one in three on call, so I really…

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