I ‘slept funny’ last night, and I am now faced with a day full of awkward movements caused by the resultant stiff neck.

(In fact, I slept so funny that I want to go and have a nap right now ... and I only got up two hours ago !).

I watched a TV program recently where a male comedian described how, as a teenager, he would hear his (then aged mid-thirties) father complain every morning that he ‘slept funny’.

The father would enter the kitchen for breakfast each day rubbing his lower back or neck, and when asked what the trouble was, he would invariably reply “I slept funny”.

The son would look at him and think: “You were just laying there ... how did you fuck that up ?”.

Now aged mid-thirties himself, the comedian explained that he now understood how, as the body ages, it becomes possible to injure oneself simply by going to sleep !..

Ah yes, ‘maturing’ has it’s pleasures, but ‘sleeping funny’ is absolutely not one of them.

'Dozy Mig' XXXXX