The masked tityra is one of the species which has just sprung a scientific surprise. Researchers found animals and birds in temperate zones evolve faster than those in the tropics. Their suggestion is that extinctions happen more often in temperate regions where there is less species diversity.
A quiet night's sleep is not an option for Derek Rogers or his wife - because he turns from a mild-mannered "Dr Jekyll" by day to a "Mr Hyde" by night. Mr Rogers, 70, from Bedford, has a rare sleep disorder which causes him to become violent when he sleep-walks. He has destroyed furniture, attacked his wife and injured himself during the night - but remembers nothing. Doctors at Papworth Hospital have found a drug which has successfully treated Mr Rogers' "unique" condition. Since he developed the condition in 1998, Mr Rogers has visited casualty up to three times a week. He has broken his nose, fractured his ribs and split his head open. South-African born Mr Rogers tried six different treatments before he was referred to the sleep clinic at Papworth Hospital in Cambridge. He said: "I am not violent - I do not swear or curse and I can't believe what I do at night." His wife Linda, who has had to sleep in a different room to avoid her husband lashing out. Doctors at Papworth decided to try a new £13,000 a year drug mix, which acts to break the circuit between the sleeping brain and muscles in the body. Mr Rogers said: "Some people have a glass of whisky before going to bed. I just have a potion." Dr John Shneerson, the director of the sleep clinic, said: "Quite aside from the physical side. the apprehension of what he was going to do at night was a difficult thing to live with. "He is definitely unique in Britain and probably in Europe." Mr Roger's story will be featured on Sleep Clinic on BBC 1 on Monday 26 March.
Once upon a time there was a tavern Where we used to raise a glass or two Remember how we laughed away the hours And dreamed of all the great things we would do
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Then the busy years went rushing by us We lost our starry notions on the way If by chance I'd see you in the tavern We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Just tonight I stood before the tavern Nothing seemed the way it used to be In the glass I saw a strange reflection Was that lonely woman really me
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Through the door there came familiar laughter I saw your face and heard you call my name Oh my friend we're older but no wiser For in our hearts the dreams are still the same
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
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LE TEMPS DES FLEURS (Those Were the Days) (Gene Raskin / Eddy Marney)
Dans une taverne du vieux Londres Où se retrouvaient des étrangers Nos voix criblées de joie montaient de l'ombre Et nous écoutions nos cœurs chanter C'était le temps des fleurs On ignorait la peur Les lendemains avaient un goût de miel Ton bras prenait mon bras Ta voix suivait ma voix On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel La, la, la... On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
Et puis sont venus les jours de brume Avec des bruits étranges et des pleurs Combien j'ai passé de nuits sans lune A chercher la taverne dans mon cœur Tout comme au temps des fleurs Où l'on vivait sans peur Où chaque jour avait un goût de miel Ton bras prenait mon bras Ta voix suivait ma voix On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel La, la, la .... On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
Je m'imaginais chassant la brume Je croyais pouvoir remonter le temps Et je m'inventais des clairs de lune Où tous deux nous chantions comme avant C'était le temps des fleurs On ignorait la peur Les lendemains avaient un goût de miel Ton bras prenait mon bras Ta voix suivait ma voix On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel La, la, la .... On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
Et ce soir je suis devant la porte De la taverne où tu ne viendras plus Et la chanson que la nuit m'apporte Mon cœur déjà ne la connaît plus C'était le temps des fleurs On ignorait la peur Les lendemains avait un goût de miel Ton bras prenait mon bras Ta voix suivait ma voix On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel La la la... On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
The masked tityra is one of the species which has just sprung a scientific surprise. Researchers found animals and birds in temperate zones evolve faster than those in the tropics. Their suggestion is that extinctions happen more often in temperate regions where there is less species diversity.
