doctor, doctor

While I have no beef with doctors and nurses as people - I’m sure they’re perfectly nice - I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed talking to one of them, at least in a professional capacity. For one thing, if they have a flaw as a group, it’s a tendency towards being patronising. I sometimes am [...]

new look

To those of you who, right now, are thinking
eh what? isn’t this blog supposed to be greenish, with an orange bit near the top?
I congratulate you on your eye for detail: you are 100% correct.
After a year of the old design, I’ve got fed up and moved to something new. Something wider, more expansive. Something [...]

fairy-floss

If this blog were a foodstuff, it would probably be fairy-floss: light, fluffy, not much actual content to it and liable to rot your teeth.
Naturally enough, it’s a pretty accurate reflection of the contents of my skull, which bears a strong resemblance to one of those big sea-shells you pick up at the beach. I [...]

baddie

Everyone loves a good villain. Given there’s a reasonable chance Phillip Ruddock (the cadaver) will be voted out of office late this year, we’ll have to learn to make do with the fictional variety.
If you’re looking for a fictional baddie to boo and hiss at, may I humbly suggest this guy: PC Zain Nadir from [...]

sore ribs

A minor technical problem has surfaced with the JRuns body over the past few days. Nothing to worry about, mind you, just an irritation.
Yes, on Saturday night past, as I lay in bed awaiting blissful slumber, my chest started to hurt: not a stabbing pain, just an ache.
I didn’t tell anyone, as in my experience [...]

danni minogue

I had intended to launch today’s salvo by saying making humorous remarks at Danni Minogue’s expense was like shooting fish in a barrel.
On reflection, I’m not so sure about that. Shooting fish, I would imagine, would be quite difficult. They flap about a bit, you know, in preparation for kicking the bucket. (There are those [...]

jana rawlinson

I tend not to pay that much attention to elite athletes - the world championships and stuff - mostly for the same reason bulldogs don’t watch greyhound races.
I can see what they’re doing is vaguely similar to me, but in practical terms they may as well be a different species.
When God/Allah/evolution plunged his or [...]

dreams can come true

I bloody hope not. At least not the dream I had last night.
Before I go on, let me preface my remarks be saying I know how irritating it is when people tell you about their dreams. What’s that Dylan line?
At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreamswith no attempts to [...]