It worked for me
Until one night, a name escaped me: Kristy, Kirsty, Kirsten, Christy?
Disappointed, wide awake, I moved on: the big five African animals: Elephant, lion, rhinoceros, leopard and…?
Minor members of British royalty: Sophie? Tara? Lawrence? Too many.
I gave up, and got up, sipped some whiskey my ex-best friend left here, it tasted rather dusty, but was effective.
Soon, I was dreaming of Christy and Prince Edward hunting African Buffaloes together.
My recommendation for insomnia? Skip the lists and reach for the whisky: Irish, Scotch, rye, or malt.