Oh, believe me, some of us stack zzzzs on the London-Brighton line on an almost daily basis ...

I'm one of those people who can drop off almost anywhere eg in a concert If I'm going to a concert, I usually try to have a nap beforehand, otherwise I'm bound to find my eyes closing in the middle of something which I really want to hear. In fact it seems to have little to do with how much sleep I've actually had.

Like martle's brother, I've also pulled off the road when I'm driving and had 10 minutes zz sitting in the driver's seat.

It's also nothing to do with age - when I was in my early 20s and working at County Hall in central London, I often had a lunchtime nap in one of the armchairs in the employees' rest room. No digital wristwatch with an alarm in those days so I'm not sure how I used to control how long I slept for.

Jet lag takes some beating in the tiredness stakes. I remember being at a Muddy Waters concert in New Orleans at 2.00 am local while my body was still on London time, with the result that I fell fast asleep.

I am very envious of all these people who sleep at will. I hope you all appreciate how lucky you are  .

Me and MrsBBM, went to the Brass Day last year, at the Proms. My wife head a migraine coming up before hand, so she dosed herself up with appropriate medication. More or less as soon as the RAH steawrds had shut the door to the concert hall, she started to fall asleep. I heard a bit of snoring too!! Then I relaised it was my wife!! So I nudged her, she woke, with Black Dyke Band and Grimethorpe playing combined!!

It's a horses' head in the morning isnt it Inky   If I may speak on her behoof, Anty and I have seperately had odd reactions to BST, sleep patterns all over the shop but suddenly ok anyway. Never used to bother me, baffling. On the National Distress coach the other day at 5am , young persons ranting down mobiles , cultural-revolution style` denounciations being rehearsed ; and down the Old Kent Road, fevered Romanian cheese-twisting and Nigerian Heavy Metal with Chicken obligato- so perhaps a more general phenomenon?

A grump just in the hope that moaning about it here will make me less annoyed about it.

Mitsuko Uchida's concert in the RFH last night. She did her bit by playing more wonderfully than is humanly possible. (IMHO, that is. For all I know it was the worst sort of commodified 'Harvey Nichols' Schumann but it sounded fine to me). Almost completely buggered up by a spectacularly offensive cougher (Schubert slow movement) and a complete wanker yawning ostentatiously and dropping a plastic cup noisily during the near silent final moments of Kurtag's tiny Play with Infinity. Grump, grump, grump, not to mention murderous thoughts.

Oh, I know it isn't the worst thing in the world but it's just so unnecessary and so bluddy rude. How on earth do performers cope with this? 

Er, thank you for letting me share. I feel marginally better now.

Different genre, but similar intentionally audible whisperings and a '...Don't give up the day job' heckle to an affectionate impersonation of Lord Buckley (renderer of fairy tales, bardic bits etc in hepcatspeak) by Kurt  Elling, master of jazz singing,at Barbican a few months back.The acoustics` ther and at rfh don't help the problem. It seems in your egregious experience too an attempt by bores to look cool in a teenage sense of cynical and ironic. This sort of thing caused Charles Aznavour to retire, as he`explicitly said. I hope the sublime bits of Uschida aren't entirely drowned out -I suspect her subtle power will be there for you.