Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Even The Mighty...
Le Morse is in hospital!
He has been laid low, cruelly, and the Department is poorer without him. Like all of us, he does not enjoy the sick role, and all at Shroom Towers wish him speedy return to fighting fitness.