Tuesday, April 06, 2010



This was my overwhelming feeling heading into work.

This evening saw my first on call as a Consultant, as the man with the whom the buck really does stop. While I've done plenty of shifts as the senior doc on the floor, there's always been someone else to call; and now that someone would be me.

This in itself might have unsettled me, but I was unfortunate enough to see a cat get hit by a car on the way to work. I've seen tings die before, even hit and killed a deer myself, but this was as distressing a thing as I've seen. The poor beast had clearly not been killed outright, and performed the most awful convulsive dance on the road, leaping about, in an effort perhaps to get away from the terrible pain it must have been in.

It lasted just a minute, but felt longer, and left a pall over me that I just couldn't shake off; it's funny, I guess, what strikes deep, pierces defences we spend so much time erecting.

Monday, April 05, 2010

Sticking With You

Continuing the theme of the weekend...

Saturday was perhaps most notable for our avoidance of a cheese and wine party, a location where LBF would normally be found waxing lyrical about the virtue of cheese and its superiority over all other foodstuffs.

This casual truanting did afford us the opportunity to meet GermanyJones in the pub. Germany is another of LBF's amigos, and is a lively lassie, with more artistic drive and imagination in her little finger than I possess in my entire flabby frame.

Our conversation ranged from comparing Ross Kemp to PacMan (a dead ringer, apparently) to the grand plan to track down and interview 12 men from around the world who think they are the risen Jesus.

I can't reveal more details, as it's still a work in progress, but you heard it here first. A GermanyJones production

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Prohibition Jazz

An unusual weekend.

The ongoing soap opera that is my own, and other people's lives continued. Spent the bulk of the weekend with LBF, work ahving intervened in our efforts to atend the weekend Lemon Wedding

First we went to see The Original Rabbit's Foot Spasm Band, who play prohibition jazz. This is the haunt of JazzMan, who seems unable to do right by Schlingo. Of course, that's my definition of right, and trying to throw two people together because YOU think it'll work is potentially fraught.

It is a shame tho', because Schlingo is aces, and JazzMan seems like a nice fella, barring this one thing.

Anyway, that's their business, not ours.

As for the jazz, they're excellent, and much grooving was done, wheels greased with joyous lager, and the stench of gin and sympathy.

I was somewhat surprised by the youth of the crowd, but I suppose the hepcats that shook their bad things to jazz in the 20s and 30s were young 'uns, so there's no reason why they shouldn't be this time around.

Anyway, I commend them to you.

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Another Brick In the Wall (Pt 3)

I can't help but feel, again, that this is the death rattle of this blog. I just can't seem to find time to write it.

It's not that I don't have the time. I patently do, but just can't seem to make myself write it. I'm not sure why. Maybe it has just had it's time. Outgrown me.

I shall make one more, perhaps foolhardy effort to resurrect my blogging mojo, but can't quite shake the feeling I've said all I can usefully say.

Watch this space.