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I am in a flare of my chronic health condition at the moment but taking some solace in writing and soaking up bits of culture where I can. My health and trying to constantly manage it has been a bit like the Fringe- relentless pressure to 'go go go&
The Fringe is Fringeing. Half of the main street running through the city is still closed several weeks after a fire in a listed building. People dander about like it is their first day on Earth. And there’s an argument to be made that the Edinburgh festival (and all
I have quite sparse memories of the day of my 18th birthday. Partly as it was 23 years ago, partly as there was a fair amount of booze involved. But it was a Bank Holiday and the vague plan was pub with the usual heads for a legal bottle of
Different parts of Edinburgh have been on fire over the last couple of weeks, the immediate repercussions of which are causing mild travel upset in an already overcrowded town filled with residents and those flocking here to soak up the culture. And this is before the F word brings even
A week and a half ago, I had the most pure joyful fun I’ve had in a longtime, dancing in the rain in park in Glasgow wearing a bald cap with my mates as we bopped to Mr Worldwide (Pitbull, to any of you unfamiliar with his game). Supported
Today is Father’s Day in the UK. Late stage capitalism has us surrounded by reminders of this and it’s a tough one to avoid if you’re a) as online as I am and b) a member of dead dad club. The further I get in to this
As someone who spends a reasonable amount of time online, I was really heartened by the outpouring of love on the socials following the death of Anthony Stewart Head. An English actor you may or may not recognise from fantastic supporting roles in Ted Lasso, Merlin, Bridgerton, coffee ads…Or
Life has been busy in drdbunks land and this edition comes to you from Italy! a the pinnacle of culture for me is sipping a cold glass of vino in a piazza watching the world go by…. What I’ve been listening to White Lotus season 2 soundtrack. I’m
I executed a stunning Irish goodbye after a fancy conference dinner this week. Reader, it was glorious. An Irish goodbye, if you are unfamiliar, is functionally identical to a ‘French Exit’- that is, leaving a gathering without saying goodbye or telling anyone. One can then bathe in a smugness that
Looking backwards has been a bit of an accidental theme of the last week, prompted by immersing myself in old photos in the hunt for one in particular (reader, I couldn’t find it). The photo albums downloaded from a now deleted Facebook account in which our more carefree nights
In my day job, I am an anaesthetist. It’s a tricky word to say, to spell, and to understand what it it is. We’re a product of our own success, rendering you unconscious so that surgery isn’t an assault. But with mind altering drugs so that you
A very low energy week for me due to illness. Lowest point was my face not being recognisable to my smartphone as I resembled something approximating the facial reconstruction of Richard the Third. Comfort culture is the name of the game when illness visits. What I’ve been watching Abbott