I’m deeply suspicious of the BedFan. A cool breeze is one thing but a constant jet of air at my feet is another altogether. I’m not sure I could sleep in a perma-draft?
Now, I know that good old Blighty ain’t the hottest place on the planet but what’s wrong with lying on top of the sheets with the windows open, naked as the day you were born – apart from the neighbours’ complaints, I mean?
Maybe I’m just in the wrong place. Come summer I could be on my knees begging for the BedPan, I mean, BedFan. Suppose I’d better tell you how it works.
The BedFan plugs into your mains, sucks the ambient air in through the circular vents from beneath your bed – make sure there’s no dirty laundry down there – and it blows it out through the top which is carefully fixed between one’s top and bottom sheets.
Said gusts of air them drift gently up one’s scantily clad bod, keeping you cool like Lionel Richie, i.e. all night long.
The BedFan will cost you US$99.95 and even comes with an air-flow controller that sits on you bedside or under you pillow. You know what, that’s not bad actually. Now, which sweaty devil do I know that might fancy one of these for their birthday.
Bedfan (via Red Ferret)