Month: February 2023

OK, maybe my surgeon was right with his sneering comment about sport last week Continue reading “Nail biter”

I was working with a neurosurgeon yesterday who said “sport is theatre for stupid people” and I found it really hard to explain to him why he was wrong, particularly about test cricket…

It happened again yesterday. I got mistaken for another anaesthetist. This in spite of wearing a scrub hat with my name on it. Continue reading “Face value”

I only discovered eyebrow tinting a few months ago, but I love it. Continue reading “Lifted”

Disclaimer: I’m normally not a fan of live gigs. A roomful of strangers is no picnic for someone with social anxiety; it’s usually too loud (and I’ve got plenty of friends with hearing damage from going to over-loud concerts in our youth); it’s expensive; and I actually usually prefer the studio version of songs to those recorded live. Not to mention COVID. Continue reading “In defense of live music”

Have been very keen to stay up with the play with Cyclone Gabrielle over the last couple of days, Continue reading “News and weather”

I’ve been rewatching the Lord Of The Rings trilogy, and I have to say it’s aged really well. Continue reading “A ringing endorsement”

My father was a wonderful person, the best of all men in fact, but he disapproved of swearing. Continue reading “Zounds”

Am two months into my meditation journey. Continue reading “Mindfulness – an interim summary”

Every once in a while I’ll wake up in the middle of the night from an awful nightmare and find myself terribly physically uncomfortable, usually overheating and needing to throw off all my blankets whilst still groggily under the spell of my dream. Continue reading “The stuff of nightmares”