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freakingoutthesquares · 2 years

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The Fruits Of Passion (1983) ‘A Surrealish Thing’ written and directed by Russell Senior. Performed by The Wicker Players: Jarvis Cocker, Magnus Doyle, Tim Allcard, Ellie Ford and Steve Faben. Included musical interludes performed by Russell, Jarvis and Magnus.

"It was kind of Zurich 1919 revolutionary, very much inspired by Dada," says Russell. "The idea was that people would either walk out in disgust or stay to the end and think it was really cool, and the people who'd stay would be the people who we'd start the socialist revolution with . . . "

The Fruits of Passion Extract from Truth & Beauty: The Story of Pulp by Mark Sturdy.

Direction and identity certainly weren't lacking when, his initial plan of producing it with the Crucible Youth Theatre having fallen through, Russell decided to employ the largely idle remnants of Pulp to present his "Dadaist piece of agit-prop", The Fruits of Passion, to the public. For the project, Russell, Jarvis, Magnus and Tim dubbed themselves The Wicker Players (after named after the somewhat insalubrious area of Sheffield that housed the former silk factory where Magnus lived, and of which Tim was the caretaker), roping in a couple of friends, Steven Faben and Ellie Ford, to act in the play, and Magnus' flatmate Peter 'Manners' Mansell to help out behind the scenes.

Dig Vis Drill vocalist Ogy McGrath was also asked to be in it, "but I'd written a play at the time called Friendship House, and after Russell read that I think he kind of went off the idea of me being in it! The Fruits of Passion had characters like First Authoritarian and Second Authoritarian, and I wasn't sure which authoritarian to play. Russell goes 'There's no difference'. 'But I need to get into my character, do you want me to be low authoritarian, high authoritarian or what?' Great sense of humour, Russell. One day they'll find it and give it him back. I liked him back then though - I think I was the only one in Sheffield who did, so I was ahead of my time in that sense . . . "

The raison d'être of the play, which ran for four performances at various venues in Sheffield during December 1983, was the provocation of its audiences. "It was kind of Zurich 1919 revolutionary, very much inspired by Dada," says Russell. "The idea was that people would either walk out in disgust or stay to the end and think it was really cool, and the people who'd stay would be the people who we'd start the socialist revolution with . . . "

The action was interspersed with musical interludes from Jarvis, Russell and Magnus. "The stage directions were something like 'Put vacuum cleaner on stage. Switch it on. Leave it on until audience becomes restless'," remembers Jarvis with amusement. "The climatic scene was me eating a plate of fake shit at a job interview. I remember the last performance we did, at the Crucible, it looked really real. I looked at Russell and he had this look in his eyes, and I thought 'I hope you aren't testing me out here'. It turned out he'd employed a new recipe, which I think was peanut butter and chocolate. But it looked very realistic."

"It was very intense," says Russell of The Fruits of Passion. "After getting about half the people walking out of this thing and the other half thinking it was really cool, we decided to continue things and make a bit of music."

The Fruits of Passion

Dates: November/December 1983, Yorkshire Artspace Society, Sheffield November/December 1983, Hallamshire Hotel, Sheffield 8 December 1983, Sheffield University Octagon Centre 10 December 1983, Crucible Studio Theatre, Sheffield

The Wicker Players (1983-1985)

Various open mic / ‘cabaret’ events organised by Russell Senior at the Hallamshire Hotel, mostly toward the end of 1983. Participants included Jarvis, Magnus Doyle, Saskia Cocker, Michael Paramore and Tim Allcard.

The only known dates are: 18 December 1983 - ‘Wicker Players Christmas Panto’, Hallamshire Hotel, Sheffield 26 February 1985 - ‘Wicker Players Mystery Event’, Hallamshire Hotel, Sheffield

Saskia has a vague recollection of performing in one of Russell’s plays at one of these events: "It was about a night out on the town. Jarvis was supposed to be chatting me up at a bar. He was supposed to ask me what I wanted to drink, and I say 'Oh, I'll have a Pina Colada please.' And he thought I'd said 'peanuts and lager', so he put some peanuts in a glass of lager, and I threw it over him."

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goddessyonakuromatoki · 2 years

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Happy holidays, @timespacegirls! It's my first time to join the Thasmin Secret Santa event, so coz of that here's my first proper Who fanfic overall! Also, I apologize for being busy due to other stuff, but anyways I hope you enjoy reading this fic I made. 😊 Also shout out to @thasminsecretsanta for making this possible!

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Wanting to See You

It was an unusual evening for Yasmin Khan to nap on her flat's bedroom for the first time since her onboard with the Doctor a few years ago and her recent voluntary dismissal from the Hallamshire police force. But being with the Doctor on her adventures was the best decision she ever had, although at times they were bickering over small and quite big things even with Graham, Ryan and later Dan, nonetheless these not very good things, and the love they received at each other made their unconditional bond stronger.

Consequently, Yaz had fought and dealed with some of the Time Lord's adversaries like the Daleks, the Cybermen and the Master, as well as the other ones like Tim Shaw, Jack Robertson, the Morax and the Ravengers. However, that didn't stop the young woman from facing those baddies off with her grit, determination and bravery, plus her skills which also helped solving even at the almost impossible situations in any way she could.

The clock stroke at 11:11 and Yaz still couldn't sleep properly that she quickly got up from her bed and left with a few knocks heard from the outside, wondered whom it might be. As she opened the door, a quite tired familiar blonde figure appeared before the former police officer who was concerned over her own beloved.

"Doctor, what are you doing here?!" Yaz asked with a little confusion as the Doctor gently hugged the other woman, to which the latter hugged her back.

"I just wanted to see you."

"I should say that to you," the black haired woman smilingly replied. "But yeah, you're here now."

Later, the two women sat on the purple sofa for some talk after Yaz prepared two cups of black tea and a plate of custard cremes tapping on the living room table.

"Did you bring Dan home?" The young woman asked after sipping a black tea on her cup.

"I did, a couple of hours ago," the Doctor said while munching a custard creme biscuit on her mouth. "Still regrettable I wasn't able to unshrink his house and it was my fault."

Yaz sadly saw the Doctor's frowned face, knowing how much she wasn't still able to figure out on bringing Dan's house back to normal, but she then put her head on her beloved's shoulder. While the young woman herself gently tapped the older one's hand, to which the other noticed and then their hands intertwined together.

"Do you still remember our first meet on the train, Yaz?" The Time Lord looked over Yaz's face with a smile.

"'Course I do, bighead!"

"Still calling me that after that infamous separation during the Flux, eh?!"

Yaz slightly chucked, "Better thank me that I still have that hologram device thingy of you on my room."

"Mhm, much welcome." The Doctor let a small sigh which tingled Yaz's neck with little goosebumps. "I wish we could spend more time together."

"Me too," the young woman said as she gently kissed the blonde woman on the forehead. "I really want more time with you, and the three of us. Till the end."

The Doctor wondered, "Till the end, you say?"

"Mhm!" Yaz nodded. "Till the end."

"Silly you, Yaz! We can't be ended like this!" The Doctor slightly laughed and gently head butted her beloved's neck, to which the latter chuckled again.

"'Course not! We've got a lot of stuff to do! A lot of stuff, I mean."

"Yeah, I know." In reality, the Time Lord's impending end had already upon within her at any moment from now. She was still thinking about how she would tell Yaz on that matter and what her reaction would be. But she knew that she would do so at the right place and the right time.

The two ladies had a safe place in themselves and of course, there was something else beside the adventures in time and space they usually did - chat and having some tea. More than those stuff mentioned, they deserved a break time from all of those and a sense of proper relief. The Doctor then this time let a cheerful sigh.

"I'm glad I have someone that I can count on after all that I've been through. You can't take your own naptime, can you?"

The young woman shook her head, "No, I can't."

"Wanna take another trip?"

"Us, with Dan?"

"No, just the two of us, Yaz." The blonde woman seriously beamed at her precious co-pilot, "Alone."

"Yeah, sure."

Suddenly, Najia Khan aka Yaz's mum stepped out of her room only to see the Doctor and Yaz sleeping on the sofa together. She then let a sigh before chinning up on the ceiling.

"I knew it," Najia then smiled.

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freowine · 3 years

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“I’m not coming back for you Yasmin.”

“It’s time to rest....”

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The Doctor came back a year after Yasmin Khan, officer of the Hallamshire police force, daughter of Najia and Hakim Khan- died.

No one really knew why in the end. They knew that something was wrong, and that she wasn’t the same after that strange woman whisked her away- but they all knew she was hurting so deeply that every living moment pained her.

All she left was a note for one person. One person everyone thought was dead.

Even so, Najia made absolute sure that no one else read it- if only to honour her daughters wishes, though she so desperately wanted to see even just words on a page from her eldest.

When the Doctor returned, she had made up her mind to finally let herself love and be loved. To tell a great secret to a certain extraordinary human. To admit, finally and be free.

All did not go as planned. She turned up at the Khan house, thinking it was only a week after she left, expecting all to be as it was.

But all tends to never do such things.

There was shock and fury, screaming, disbelief, sobbing, anger and sadness.

Always sadness.

After Najia had ceased her shouting, and her throat opened up enough, came the letter. Oh the letter. The last writing of a now free young woman.

The Doctor accepted it quietly, in horror as much as her grief. That Yasmin would leave a letter only for her eyes.

And then she ran. She ran and ran through pouring rain, past the TARDIS, past the Police Station, past Ryan and Graham’s and past everywhere- always running.

Until she stopped. The rain cleared, as she came to the rock. It jutted out over the sea, a sure and beautiful scene for maybe one of the fam’s trips... Or not so.

This was the place it happened, the Doctor said somewhere in one of her brains. This was where I lost everything.

She gripped the letter and sat on the edge, and shaking- she opened it up.

“Doctor,

I’m not feeling too good. To put it simply. I’m not the greatest at writing, but there’s no one to read this anyway so it doesn’t really matter.

I want to start off with I loved you. Everything about you, I loved. I loved that you cared. I loved your rambling and your stupid self righteousness and your social awkwardness and that you never once backed down to someone doing something you didn’t agree with. You saved so many people.

I wish I could’ve just saved you.

I wish I spent longer trying to learn how to pilot the TARDIS. Maybe I could’ve saved you. Maybe I would’ve been too late regardless. Maybe you were gone and doomed as soon as you entered that room.

I used to believe in Jannah. And Jahannam. Some of me hopes it’s real still, if only for me to see you one last time. Maybe my belief went with my belief in this life.

Maybe we’d be together there.”

The Doctor could tell this was where Yaz got really desperate, or maybe she had started crying. She wishes she could cry.

“That’s all I want now. I want this to stop. I want to stop feeling like this. I want you. I want you back so badly. Everything hurts, I just need you.

I love you

Yasmin Khan.”

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braddersbangerz · 5 years

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The 21 questions thingy

Thank you @awesomeheatherd for the tag

Nicknames: Moo and Dabber

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 5″7

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Last thing I googled: Royal Hallamshire Hospital (Okay, now that is ominous because that’s a hospital in Sheffield and I’m a fanfic writer >:D )

Favourite musicians: Pink Floyd, Queen, ABBA, Muse, Radiohead. To name a few.

Song stuck in my head: Friends on the Other Side - Dr Facilier villain song.

Following: Forty-Eight.

Followers: Hard to say who is active and who isn’t, really.

Do you get asks: Now and then.

Amount of sleep: Depends on the day. If it’s a work shift then anywhere between six hours and five hours. Day off, then easily nine plus hours.

Lucky number: Five

What you’re wearing: Soft joggers, nighty, and dressing gown with slipper boots.

Dream Job: Writing full time, really. If I had the money I would go and do an actual university course. I do like working in a Bakey though.

Dream Trip: I don’t like flying, got a massive fear of it. To the point that if I think about getting on a plane I feel a huge spike in anxiety. So somewhere in Europe by train would be nice.

Instrument: None.

Languages: English

Favourite Songs: I don’t have one, I have too many to list.

Random fact: One in three-thousand calicoes are born male, the rest are female and if they’re born male then they are sterile.

Aesthetic: Characters thirty-one years my senior.

I tagged whoever wants to do it :)

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verymauve-blog · 6 years

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Hysterectomy

This post is a detailed description of my total laparoscopic hysterectomy with bilateral salpingo-oopherectomy, which I had with Mary Connor on 18/07/2018 at the Royal Hallamshire Hospital in Sheffield.

We arrived at RHH's Day Case Centre at 10:30, and waited for about 15 mins before a clinical support worker came to collect us. I was pleased that my partner was allowed to come into the main area of the Day Case Centre with me, as I'd heard that you weren't allowed to have anyone with you except in the reception area. We were offered a side-room to wait in, rather than sitting in the communal area, which was another big relief.

Here’s how the rest of the day went:

10:50ish: Clinical support workers took bloods, checked blood pressure and temperature. At this point they were talking as if I was going home on the same day, in line with what my admission letter said, so I was quite cheerful!

11:10: Nurse arrived to do a pregnancy test (via urine), and said that as far as she knew I was definitely going to be staying overnight in the Gynae ward (G2).

12:15: Anaesthetist came to talk to me about the anaesthetics and pain meds. I warned him that morphine and codeine make me vomit severely (see previous top surgery posts for gross details about me not being able to keep water down for 12 hours!). He said that they would try oxycodone instead, and load me up with lots of anti-emetics, which would prevent then actual vomiting but not the nausea (which is fine by me, I just don’t want to barf!). The anaesthetist also said that I was the second and last person on the afternoon surgery list, so I would probably be taken down to theatre at 14:30 to 15:00-ish.

13:00: Clinical support worker again, who asked me to get changed into a hospital gown and some anti-embolism stockings. At this point I also had to list all the personal belongings I’d brought with me, so she could write them all down and take them away to be locked up. At this point I was immensely glad I still had my partner waiting with me, because I felt like everything else that was “me” had been taken away (i.e. my clothes, my bag, all my stuff, everything except my glasses and slippers basically), so I was starting to feel less like a person and more like a generic patient.

13:20: Surgeon arrived for a quick chat. She said that the intention had always been for me to stay overnight, and that they’d put me on the afternoon list specifically because I was staying overnight. I was really disappointed by this - in my pre-op chat, the surgeon said that there was a chance I could go home the same day, and it depended on what time my surgery was, plus how well I recovered. I was fine with the idea that it was down to the luck of the draw, i.e. if I was lucky I’d be on the morning list and get to go home earlier. What I’m not really fine with is that I was given false hope, and not told in advance that I was definitely stopping overnight - especially since the admission letter made it sound like an overnight stay was only a slim possibility.

13:50: Nurse again, to check if I was warm enough.

15:30: One of the operating theatre staff (an anaesthetic technician, I think) came down to take me in for surgery. I said goodbye to my partner, and then followed the technician down a corridor to the theatre. I must admit, at this point I was feeling quite nervous - the room looked messy and a bit grim, and all the prep work they did to get me ready for surgery seemed quite shambolic. They had a lot of trouble getting the cannula into my hand (which seemed weird, since my veins are all normally super easy to work with), and the person who was in charge of that bit was quite snippy with me about it - as if I wasn’t trying hard enough to make my veins pop, I guess. Once the actual anaesthetist arrived, things went much more smoothly. He got the cannula into the vein in one try, and then gave me some kind of sedative, which I couldn’t feel the effect of. After that, he gave me the anaesthetic, and very soon after I was finally unconscious! Hooray! I was sick of being awake by that point, and just wanted everything to be over.

17:30: I woke up in the recovery room, and the nurse looking after me said that my surgery had gone well. I remember asking three questions straight away: what time it was, whether they’d managed to do it all laparoscopically (which was a yes), and whether I’d been given morphine (which was a no, just oxycodone). I guess my fear of opiate-related barfing is so strong now that this was a pressing concern even when I was still half-asleep! I then asked if they could ring my partner to let him know I was okay, and they tried but couldn’t get through, so they let me have my phone back so I could text him.

18:10: I was taken up to the ward, and thankfully I was put in a side-room! It was bliss to be in a private room, as that was one of the main things I worried about before surgery. My partner was already there waiting for me, and I was very happy to see him indeed!

19:05: My first vomiting episode of this surgery! Very unpleasant, but at least it proved that oxycodone also renders me unable to keep even water down. Also, around this time I was having weird vision problems - my eyes were blurry, and all the number 1s on the clock face looked like 4s. My partner asked the nurses if that was a bad sign, but they confirmed that blurred vision can be a side effect of the anaesthetic, so it was nothing to worry about.

19:45: Another bout of attempted vomiting, but there was nothing left to barf, just dry heaving, which I find even more unpleasant than proper vomiting.

20:00: Given an anti-emetic via the IV, which worked pretty well thankfully!

21:00ish: My partner left for the night, and it was really great to have him around that late into the evening - officially the visiting hours are 14:00-15:30 and 18:00-20:00, so I was worried I wouldn’t get to see much of him.

22:00: Successfully ate something! This was a massive improvement over how eating/vomiting went at Nuffield Brighton, so I asked the nurse what the anti-emetic was called, and she said cyclizine. I am definitely asking for that if I ever have surgery again!

For the rest of the night, I alternated between having little naps, and eating small snacks (successfully!). I had my phone with me, so it was really quite pleasant - just relaxing, dozing, listening to music, playing phone games, etc.

In the morning things were looking quite promising, and I thought I might be able to go home by lunchtime. Unfortunately, when I asked for more painkillers at 8am, the nurse gave me more oxycodone instead of the ibuprofen and paracetamol I’d been having all night. I am still kicking myself for not asking what the meds were before swallowing them. As soon as she told me it was oxycodone, I asked for more anti-emetics via the IV, but sadly it was too late. By 10am I was vomiting severely again, and I’d basically regressed back to the state I’d been in the previous day.

Later in the morning I managed to get out of bed and have a shower, but I was still nauseous. I also couldn’t pee very much, which was the main thing I needed to do to prove I was well enough to go home. Around lunchtime, the surgeon visited to tell me that the operation had gone really well, and she was happy for me to go home as soon as I’d passed the peeing test. I also had a visit from another doctor who’d been in the operating theatre, who gave me my sick note - and brilliantly, it was for 6 weeks! At my request, she put “abdominal surgery” rather than "gynaecological surgery”, which was a big relief as I’m semi-stealth at work and have no desire for my line-manager to know what kind of operation I’d had.

As the day progressed, I seemed to get worse and worse - by the middle of the afternoon I was very pale and shaking constantly. I eventually managed to pee a few times by leaning forward and doing the “blowing bubbles” motion while listening to running water - at that point I would have done anything to be able to pee, no matter how silly!

In the late afternoon the nausea decreased enough to allow me eat a little bit of food, just a bowl of rice pudding, but that seemed to really restore my strength. I was still a bit pale and shaky, but nowhere near as bad. Later on I finally, finally peed enough to be discharged! We left the hospital at 19:50, and were in a taxi going home by 20:10. The taxi ride was a bit bumpy, but nothing too uncomfortable.

We got home at about 20:50, and I was so happy to be back, I could have cried. I really thought I was going to be kept in for a second night, so I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to be in my own house! I was also absolutely shattered, so I was in bed by 21:30, and thankfully I was able to sleep really well - I even slept on my side for a few hours, with a pillow propped against my stomach, which is definitely much faster progress than after top surgery!

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news-markharrisonrootsmusic · 7 years

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Honey Bee Blues Club, Hallamshire House, Sheffield

Top pic by Viceversa Robbi, the other by me

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emmanuales · 7 years

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Quality evening with great people and fantastic beers (even if most of them were sours!). Would highly recommend the @beercentralsheff bottle share! (at The Hallamshire House)

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jamessebright · 7 years

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Private moments. Sheffield, England. #Sheffield #pub #publichouse #love #couple #documentaryphotographer #documentary #documentaryphotography #England #jamessebright #fujifilmxseries #fuji #fujifilm #northern #thenorth (at The Hallamshire House)

#sheffield #fujifilmxseries #publichouse #thenorth #documentary #documentaryphotography #england #fuji #couple #jamessebright #love #documentaryphotographer #pub #fujifilm #northern

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thomasmoffatt · 7 years

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Walking back from the pub. #hallamshirehouse #sheffield #yorkshire @ The Hallamshire House https://t.co/tnpb6fYZj7

— Thomas Moffatt (@thomasmoffatt) June 25, 2017

via Twitter https://twitter.com/thomasmoffatt June 25, 2017 at 07:36AM

#IFTTT #Twitter

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mavwrekmarketing · 7 years

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Image caption The NHS last year conducted a record number of sleep diagnostic tests

The number of tests carried out by the NHS to diagnose people with sleep disorders across England has doubled in the past decade, figures reveal.

NHS data shows that 147,610 sleep diagnostic tests were carried out last year – compared with 69,919 in 2007-08.

The tests are designed to identify sleep apnoea, a condition that causes people to stop breathing during sleep.

One patient told the BBC the problem was so acute it had driven her to contemplate suicide.

BBC iWonder – Are you getting enough sleep?

Sleep deprivation costs ‘UK 40 billion a year’

BBC Panorama – Sleep problems mounting in children

“At one stage, my life was so awful because of how little sleep I was getting that I wanted to kill myself,” Carole Bennett, from Leeds, said.

“When I got tested for sleep apnoea the doctors found that whilst I was asleep, I’d stop breathing 27 times in just one hour.”

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Image caption Some of those who have sleep apnoea often have to wear a mask to keep their airwaves open when they sleep

Josie Beatson, from Sheffield, said that before receiving treatment for her sleep apnoea, the condition had a terrible impact on her life.

She said: “It’s embarrassing to be at work and have your colleagues wake you up because they can hear you snoring.

“The condition turned me into a recluse. I was so exhausted all the time that I didn’t want to socialise, and because of my loud snoring I was too embarrassed to go and sleep at anyone else’s house.”

Sleep apnoea is the most common sleep disorder, according to the NHS. It is caused when the muscles and soft tissue in the throat relax, causing a blockage of the airways.

The lack of oxygen to the brain causes those with the condition to wake up or have regular interruptions to their sleep. Common symptoms include loud snoring or gasping and grunting whilst asleep.

Those with the condition usually manage it by wearing an oxygen mask at night, or other oral devices that keep the airways open. Many are encouraged to lose weight and in some cases people can undergo surgery to remove excess tissue in their passageways.

Analysing data collected by NHS England, the BBC has found the number of sleeping disorder tests has increased every year over the past decade.

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NHS South Sefton in Liverpool had the highest rate of sleep diagnostic tests being commissioned last year.

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Doctors attribute the rise in the number of sleep tests to a greater sense of public awareness about the wider health implications of not getting enough sleep.

“Sleep apnoea is a serious condition which can lead to other problems such as high blood pressure, which in turn can lead to strokes and heart attacks,” said Dr Stephen Bianchi from Sheffield’s Northern General Hospital.

It is estimated that about 1.5 million people in the UK suffer from the condition, although doctors warn many people will have never been formally diagnosed.

“We think about 2% of females, and 4% of males in the UK have significant sleep apnoea. However, we suspect that 80% of those with the condition are unaware they have it,” Dr Bianchi added.

‘I hit my wife in my sleep’

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Consultants at Sheffield Teaching Hospitals NHS Trust have been pioneering new ways of treating a range of sleep disorders.

Patients with sleep apnoea are often tested for neurological sleep conditions such as insomnias and rapid eye movement (REM) disorders.

Iain Gordon, from Doncaster, has an REM behaviour disorder, which sees him physically act out his dreams when he’s asleep.

“If I have a dream that I’m fighting crocodiles or jumping off a cliff, I will shout and kick out.

“But the reason why I’ve now sought help is because there have been instances recently where I’ve hit my wife whilst I’ve been asleep.”

Dr Gary Dennis, from the Hallamshire Hospital in Sheffield, said sleep disorders could have “wide and unpredictable” outcomes.

‘Sleep hygiene’

One sleep disorder sufferer man, Brian Thomas from Neath in south Wales, killed his wife during a violent nightmare and was told by a judge he “bore no responsibility”.

“REM disorders are not inconsequential,” said Dr Dennis.

“At one end of the spectrum I’ve had the spouses of my patients who have needed dental work because they’ve been hit by their bed partner. But then at the other end I’ve had patients who have managed to drive themselves to the petrol station while they’ve been asleep.”

Clinicians like Dr Dennis believe people need to pay more attention to their own “sleep hygiene” including diet, lifestyle and cutting down on late-night phone and tablet use.

“These devices emit blue light and there is a clear association between using these devices late at night and then having poor amounts of sleep,” he said.

“Put simply lots of people think sleep gets in the way of life, but I see it the other way round. You can get more out of life, by getting more sleep.”

Viewers in Yorkshire can see more about this story on BBC Look North at 1830 on BBC One on Tuesday 20 June, or afterwards on BBC iPlayer.

Additional reporting by Nicola Hudson and Charles Heslett.