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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
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
My acupuncturist (yes, I am chic enough to have an acupuncturist and he's French) told me recently that I need to reconnect with my blueprint. I'm not exactly sure what that means but I've taken it as permission, nay a mandate to spend time
I’ve had a week of travelling to courses and conferences. As an introductory faculty icebreaker to delegates on day 1 of course 1, we were asked to share something we were grateful for. To me, it was the solo train time I had to finish a book. ‘What book’
I think I was about 17 years old when I was first captivated by the music of Jeff Buckley. The first time I heard anything by him was on my favourite TV show ‘The West Wing’, where his cover of ‘Hallelujah’ played over a particularly heartbreaking scene. I was hooked.
Tired me was at a work conference at the end of a week of annual leave. A choice I stupidly made for the greater good but which has entirely drained me (when I am already at a bit of an ebb). I bet no-one I spoke to bar my very
I’m writing this from my childhood bedroom after one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a while. Sometimes all you need is family and a rainy walk on a rugged beach to fill your cup up. Not much culture has been consumed this week as I’ve
Writing has taken a back seat the last couple of weeks as life has gotten in the way and I’ve prioritised showing up for the necessary. So I’ve blinked and somehow it is already mid February. Despite the promise that comes with brighter mornings, it feels like it