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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
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
After a fallow week, I’ve outdone myself to make up for being quiet. For it is the 25th anniversary of the release of Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring and to celebrate, the extended edition is being shown in selected cinemas. The extended editions are the only
If you’ve spent any time on social media over the last week, you may have noticed that some of us are in a collective chokehold over the Canadian TV series ‘Heated Rivalry’. I (like many) have a few thoughts on why it has blown up so much and have
I’m typing this en route to Dublin to catch Rob Anderson’s ‘Are you afraid of the 90s’ live comedy show (check out his hilarious Instagram account @heartthrobanderson in which he dissects old movies and TV shows). Salivating at the thought of the first sip of a creamy pint
It’s been a weird old week and I’ve come to the end of it fully drained. For it is January, tarred with the ‘shittest month’ moniker and in most places the weather is leaning in to that. In 1900, the art collector Henry Vaughan felt this profoundly and
Heads up, this is a frighteningly personal reflection. Unlike Lily Allen, there's no hiding behind autofiction (still love her latest album, you go girl). But onwards to a new year and hopefully getting this down in text will help me shed some of the heaviness. Grab a cuppa
Your gal has some nonsense viral illness that I mention not for sympathy but merely to explain that any and all 2026 culture has been consumed from my sofa or bed. I pushed through NYE via an unexpected dance party at a favourite Italian wine bar post bells and have
I almost didn’t write anything this week as I am fully locked in to the nebulous ‘what day is it’ bit between Christmas and New Year (I refuse to call it the ‘merryneum). Rather smugly, I’ve barely had time to consume anything other than food and conversation. Phone
Leslie Odom Jr’s Christmas album has been soundtracking my festive season. His voice does something to me. It is transcendent and effortless, like slipping on a tailored velvet jacket. It’s not overly showy. His is also the first voice you hear in the musical ‘Hamilton’. If you’re
We are days out from December 25th. Some of you may have already clocked off for the festive break, some of you counting down the minutes to yours, some of you getting ready to hold the fort in your non stop industry’s workplace whilst the rest of us stuff
I’m taking the opportunity this weekend to pause and reflect on the last four weeks. I’ve returned to the day job after a period of unplanned leave. Whilst it’s been unsettling with some ups and downs, overall it’s gone in the right direction. You can’t
Welcome to my weekly musings on what has tickled me culturally. Not intended to be contemporaneous or a 'must do/watch/read' list, more of a reflection on what has got my brain going over the last week. ‘Whamageddon’ is still all to play for as we smash
