Sorry Oss, I know there is only room for you in my dreams even though I have to stretch them a bit to accommodate all of you. On the subject of snoring, I sustained industrial deafness sneaking down your passage on Sunday morning as I emerged into the watery sunshine of the Spanish Quarter. I now have to attend to the whelk pens. Since Hull's new sewer has diverted all the effluent into Saltend, I have had to start feeding the little buggers. That was a load of drivel and I apologise to sensitive souls who object to that sort of thing.