Matthew Parris: My Week
2 for 1 tickets to Singin' In The Rain, this coming Monday. Book now
Don’t you just love Jack Straw’s argument for deportation in the Chindamo case? His department says that though this person may not be intrinsically dangerous, he represents a threat to public order because the public might try to attack him. One can only observe that in efforts to justify morally Spain’s expulsion of the Jews in 1492, Ferdinand and Isabel missed a trick.

However, after five otherwise marvellous days crossing and recrossing the Pyrenees on foot, and staying in mountain hostels, I have been warming to another of the policies that Mr Straw supports: identity cards. This is because a national ID card could indelibly identify people who snore.
How dare an habitual snorer so much as enter youth hostels – or their Spanish or French equivalents? How could it even cross a snorer’s mind that it could be acceptable to sleep within earshot of the general public? Snorers and their problems have for centuries been the subject of amused or agonised public and private debate, but discussion always seems to centre on couples, and what snoring does to their relationships. I don’t care about couples: relationships are voluntary. If you shack up with a snorer, that’s your problem. You chose him. Why not sleep in another room or make him do so? There exist such things as folding beds.
But far worse – because foisted upon us unawares in circumstances from which there is no escape – is the rogue snorer in the public dormitory.
There I was, in a tranquil valley in the helpful and efficient Refuge Wallon, and there I was, over on the Spanish side of the Pyrenees in the busy, cheerful Refugio Bajaruelo, and there I was back on the French side in the delightful Refuge Les Granges de Holle, and there I was again, at 8,748ft in the highest wardened hut in the Pyrenees, the spectacularly perched Refuge Baysellance, and each night a different b*****d was murdering sleep.
Everyone’s sleep. You lie there, bombarded by a series of great, ugly, disgusting, rumbling, mucal snortings, coming almost inevitably from the bunk of an overweight, sweaty man who is lying on his back; and you know from the sighs and mutters that all around you in the dark are strangers, travellers from many lands, speaking different tongues, but all gripped, united, by the same wild fury. You long to throw something, or storm out (but where? Into the ice?), or pull out your useless earplugs and stuff them up his nostrils. And there’s seven hours more of this before dawn, and you’ve a thousand metres to climb after that. The collective mood turns close to lynching.
By what moral logic does a man who knows he snores badly even contemplate laying down his head in a dormitory with strangers? Is it not an act of monstrous discourtesy? Does he think it doesn’t count because he’s not actually conscious at the time? It amounts to a kind of assault on others. Would such a person urinate in front of fellow hostellers, or spend the night kicking the bedstead or blowing on a sousaphone? No. But because it’s dark and he’s got his eyes closed he supposes it somehow isn’t in the deepest sense him doing it. But it is.
And don’t tell me the moral mutants don’t know they snore. They know. They’re lying. They’re in denial.
Why don’t these people carry bells and ring them as they walk up the path towards hospitality, as lepers used to? Wardens could leave food outside for them. Why don’t they all sleep together in an isolation dorm? I’ll tell you why. Because they don’t want to be disturbed by other snorers. I know one who, when camping (for the last time, with me), took earplugs for his own use, “so I don’t wake myself up”.
Youth-hostel and mountain-refuge staff should invite customers at breakfast to fill out (on a special form) secret denunciations of snorers who have tormented them in the night, identifying them by bunk. Overnight ferries and railway companies operating sleeper-trains should collect the same information. Denunciations should be collated and the information shared internationally across networks, as we now do with child-molesters. The Home Office should be informed. A “three strikes and you’re out” policy should be adopted, whereupon the offender’s card would be marked with an ominous Z and he would be confined to snorers’ isolation dorms, or forced to wear a special belt with a cricket ball sewn in, to prevent sleeping-on-the-back; or just sent back out into the cold.
Some argue that when known paedophiles move into an area the police should notify local residents. I am doubtful about this. But after what was in every other way a great walk across the Pyrenees, I have no qualms at all about the hounding, marginalisation, stigmatisation and social exclusion of public snorers. There are limits to the liberal society.

Matthew Parris joined The Times as parliamentary sketchwriter in 1988, a role he held until 2001. He had formerly worked for the Foreign Office and been a Conservative MP from 1979-86. He has published many books on travel and politics and an autobiography, Chance Witness, for which he won the 2004 Orwell Prize. His diary appears in The Times on Thursdays, and his Opinion column on Saturdays
Enjoy screenings of all the classic films you love, plus take advantage of two-for-one tickets
Have you ever dreamed of owning your own racehorse or a beautiful painting?
Enjoy comfort, safety, space and great design. Plus enter our great competition
Times Online's new TV show helps you make the right decisions for your pet
Are you California dreaming? Explore the wonders of the Golden State. Also enter our fantastic competition
Do you have what it takes to be a Times photographer?
Your brain is capable of more than you might think...
Find out to make the most of your money with our wealth management guides
Need help with your property? We have an entire how to guide - buying, selling, letting, moving, to help you
We are seeking entries for the inaugural Sunday Times Best Green Companies Awards
Enjoy some wonderful inspiring wildlife moments
An interactive preview of the brand new For Your Eyes Only exhibition

Love Sudoku? Play our brand new interactive game: with added functionality and daily prizes

Are you irritable when you return from work? Drained of emotion? You could be suffering from boreout
Prepare for some shock and awe, petrol lovers. Despite the greens trying to wipe it out, the car is about to offer us the most exciting year ever
We've trawled the brochures and websites to find this summer’s best holidays for every taste and budget

Why good girls pay good money for bad-girl baubles

Search The Times Births, Deaths & Marriage announcements
2007/07
£57,500
South East England
2007/07
£40,995
South East England
2006/06
£41,995
South East England
Great car insurance deals online
£40-55k+benefits+uncapped commission
Morgan Keating
South East
Up to £30,000
GLE
London
£
c£75,000 + executive benefits
Morgan Keating
London and South
Unpaid with travel expenses
Network Rail
Globrix, the property search engine
Visit Times Online Property for homes for sale or rent
Residential development site with planning permission
£1,500,000
Mortgages, bank accounts & money transfers to help you buy abroad
Dinarobin Hotel Golf & Spa 7 nights
From £1830 per person – saving £530.
Walking & multi-activity holidays in Cauterets. Stylish self-catering apartments.
From 350€ for 7 nights.
SAVE 25% on Sandals Luxury Resorts
Great travel insurance deals online
Contact our advertising team for advertising and sponsorship in Times Online, The Times and The Sunday Times. Search globrix.com to buy or rent UK property.
© Copyright 2008 Times Newspapers Ltd.
This service is provided on Times Newspapers' standard Terms and Conditions. Please read our Privacy Policy.To inquire about a licence to reproduce material from Times Online, The Times or The Sunday Times, click here.This website is published by a member of the News International Group. News International Limited, 1 Virginia St, London E98 1XY, is the holding company for the News International group and is registered in England No 81701. VAT number GB 243 8054 69.
I feel the cricket ball a little too lenient for these rogues - I suggest a sharpened bread knife concealed for when they
venture onto their backs and thus wreaking their nightime havoc?
Niki , Edgworth, Lancs
Serves you right for being a "outdoor type". Nontheless you may well become the very first `grumpy old man backpacker`
Peter Bolt, Redditch, UK
Oh you poor, hard-done-to souls.
Obviously none of you have had to live in a barracks. Snoring, farting, sweaty feet and God alone knows what else.
And yet ... comradeship!
CraigF, Edinburgh,
i feel i must comment as someone from the other side of the fence. I'm not fat and sweaty, i'm 1.90m and thin as a rake, but I snore so loudly i can wake myself up. Once, I fell asleep by the banks of Lake Michigan and apparently people passing by on hte boats were looking to see where the noise was coming from. I feel terrible about this, but i'm not quite sure what i can do. Sleeping on my stomach works, until i inevitably turn over. bell around the neck and warning sign is a possibility, bu when camping with friends i will considerately move to another dip a 100m away, and they are still complaining the next morning. what more can i do?
cyanide bunny, wuchang, china
So you're a tolerant individual then?
About 4 million people in the UK are prone to snoring according to the Lancet (approx 8%), extrapolate that figure worldwide!! Then add in the fact that another 4 million in the UK use their music headphones on public transort; 4 million believe that shouting is the normal level for conversation, especially when under the influence of booze at night; 3% of adults being semi-illiterate "like yeah, dontcha juss luv lissning ta they talkies Matteee, like" just add to the fray; 30 million vehicles are on UK roads with approx 10% of them having annoying or faulty alarm signals; 15 million people have house alarms of which another 8% are deemed faulty and prone to occasionally sounding in the middle of the night and so on and on and on ad infinitum......
Isolation in a top security prison wing should sound pretty good to you then Mr Parris; let's start with the house alarms and work backwards through the list; want to borrow my AK47???
Ned Kelly, London, UK
Matthew, the problem is that you weren't tired. Had you crossed the Pyranees another time or two that day you wouldn't have noticed those noisy barbarians. But commenting on such things is rather a slippery slope: perhaps you too snore but your friends are too polite ever to mention it!
Kevin Johansen, San Francisco, CA
William Thomson & Adam, trekking across the Pyrenees isn't exactly all about luxury resort hotels, in fact I doubt there are many hotels, let alone luxury ones, in such remote areas! I believe the fact Matthew chose to do this instead of some 'All-inclusive beach resort' more than outweighs your snidey cries of 'cheapskate' in my eyes.
D, Glasgow, Scotland, UK
Hilarious - but do not berate lepers, will you?! Maybe they should abolish dorms at hostels and turn them into smaller units or provide one special room for snorers.
(Having said that - W. Thomson also has a point.)
A. Schelberg, Germany,
Having suffered a similar fate on asimilar journey traversing the Pyrenees from west to east I have sympathy. The way to avoid the problem is to take your own tent and pitch it a minimum of 100 metres from other offenders using the refuges solely as remote restaurants. Alternatively your doctor will help with a pill of sufficient strenth to deaden sound.
David Barclay, Newmarket,
Recently I took a train trip between Croyde and London. My seat was in the Quiet Zone. I took out my bar of chocolate to go with my coffee. The woman opposite took out her cous cous and banana - healthy of what. After her solid meal she fell asleep and at one point she snored so loudly she gave me a fright and woke herself UP. In her woken sleepy state she caught me looking at her and we had this weird moment of an intimate sharing of body function.
Bev Clark, Harare, Zimbabwe
I would throw something. If I'm paying some absurd amount of euros for somewhere to sleep, I intend to get some sleep there. People who know they snore and choose communal domitories over private rooms are selfish and obnoxious. If they're disturbing my sleep -- and that of everyone else in the room -- I'll happily disturb theirs til they learn to roll over. Or sleep somewhere else.
Caitlin, Glasgow,
Medicated, are we Matt?
Michael, Milton Freewater, U.S.A. / Oregon
Have to say this has never really been a problem for me. As somebody who spent most of his mid twenties living in youth hostels across the globe, I can safely say that if you're tired enough, you'll sleep through any episode of snoring. Now if you'd written an article complaining about the nocturnal liaisons on the bunk above you, I'd have been full of sympathy. That is an uncomfortable evening, trying to sleep as two (invariably German) backpackers are going at it hammer and tongs above you.
However, I find myself agreeing with William Thomson. You can't seriously tell me that you can't afford more than a youth hostel. You must be minted so get over it.
Adam, London,
Spot-on about the Chindamo case. What a pathetic argument.
Mind you, Jack Straw does have previous when it comes to cooking up judicious-sounding arguments for doing the wrong thing: remember the Pinochet case, and Straw's repeated statements about what he was "minded" to do?
John Halton, Orpington,
I have a lot of time for Matthew's views and always look forward to reading his opinions. This time he's really hit on a rich stream of irritation that deserves more publicity - although I would argue that those of us in partnerships also deserve some sympathy for our suffering at the hands of ...les ronfleurs! Line 'em for laser treatment, I say.
Rach, Kent, UK
Youth Hostel? What youth?
Mark Lyndon, London, UK
So what did you do? Did you let the snorers enjoy their sleep while they ruined yours? This had the makings of a great justice-delivered story, but you wimped out. I say, the snorers know that people are to icky-poo-polite to do anything about it, so take the attitude, "It must not bother you that much."
For heaven's sake, man, show some gumption!!
JimBob, Encino, CA, USA
I would suggest the old soap bar in a sock trick, (only a small bar of soap mind), could be the answer.....
Ewan , sherborne,
At school we used to put a small sliver of soap into snorers' mouths. Worked a treat.
Rassendyll, Cambridge, UK
Oh how I agree with you, I had to endure an overnight flight in the same row as an overweight snorer. Even my trusty earplugs could not drown out the noise.
The most irritating part was that he paid and got upgraded from economy, now surely he should have been screened for drinking too much and then snoring all night and don't get me started on his dress sense!
Beryl Austoni, Cambridge, UK
I went on holiday with my friends. They said I snored and teased me horribly. I haven't spoken to them since let alone go on holiday. Atleast I thought I had a (virtual) friend in you, Matthew. And now even you have abandoned me. (Sniff. Snorers of the world - Unite. Sniff. Zzzzz).
Robert Grundy, London,
Dude, you are pretty rich. Why not stay in a proper hotel room and stop being such a crybaby. If you are going to be a cheapskate and stay in shared accomodation then snoring is something you are going to have to learn to live with
William Thomson, London, England