A love letter to Dr D Bunks and Sunday Culture.....
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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