The Man I Slept With Last Night

In the middle of last night, I was gradually woken up by a soft humming sound. As I came to, I saw at the foot of my bed the image of a strange man, sleeping peacefully. The experience had this in common with that famous occasion when everybody was kung fu fighting: It was a little bit frightening.

What had happened was this. I sometimes set my TV to come on in the morning, to wake me up more gently than an alarm clock. Last night, something went wrong with the timer, and it turned itself on in the middle of the night. It happened to be tuned to E4, and during the night, E4 screen live coverage of the Big Brother house. In this case, up to minute exciting updates of one of the housemates being unconcious. (Which, presumably, someone, somewhere, wants to watch. 'Come quick, Vince's dreaming about what ShaQeezza did to Geography in the chicken shed! You can tell by the way that muscle in his sleeping face twitched! Someone fetch me a blank video tape - this is a keeper!').

But I don't watch Big Brother, so to me, this was just the image of a complete stranger asleep. And I'm thinking that the installation / performance art piece that occurred in my room for the ten minutes or however long it was before I woke up, featuring one man sleeping in a bed, whilst the TV screen in front of him shows a live broadcast of another man sleeping in another bed, would be a worthy entry for the Turner Prize. What should I call it?