Constant cacophony
...I could get used to. My worst clock-related night's sleep was many years ago when I stayed overnight with a young lady (on the sofa, I hasten to add) who had one of those clocks which runs ball-bearings along tracks and levers to indicate the time.

Completely silent except for a clack-whirrr-click every minute. Then a clack-whirr-clickety-click-clack every 5 minutes, then on the hour a clack-whirr-clickety-clackety-clack-click-clonk-click. And at midnight, it dumps every ball in a veritable Niagara of clickety-clackety.

And then silence again... is it a minute yet? Now? How about now? No, that must be more like thirty seconds. Now?

It was like Chinese water torture.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Wed 27 Jul 2011, 6:40, Reply)