On Tuesday evening I went along to a screening of Almost Heaven, a documentary by Carol Salter of Rock Salt Films with my friend Laura. Worth mentioning a different friend Laura to the one I went to the museums with. It just so happens that I know quite a few Lauras, and I've never met... Continue Reading →

The time has come and I wanted to write a post to signify leaving my current job for my new one. I felt that one appropriate way of doing this was to mention Crossbones.  Crossbones today is a memorial garden you can visit at certain times during the week, particularly handy as it's open around... Continue Reading →

The above title comes from the song Formaldehyde by a band called Editors. It has the right mix of moody lyrics and an eighties kind of vibe that appeals to me. However I’m not here to recommend songs you'll be glad to know but, while I was sat in my car driving to a friend’s... Continue Reading →

I am typing this with only 7.5 days left to work in my current role, and experiencing being incredibly let down by my immune system. I think a busy weekend and start of the week has got to me, but I’m still revelling in all the excitement and coping quite well, even with a brain... Continue Reading →

On Tuesday, my friend Laura and I went to the Gordon Museum of Pathology. It's not open to the public, only medical students and a few others are allowed to visit. Fortunately for us, staff members of Guy’s & St. Thomas’ are included in those ‘few others’ and I cheekily rang the curator Bill Edwards... Continue Reading →

I heard this recently on a YouTube video recommended to me- "We fear death because we are born only knowing life”. That was said by the human wonder that is Neil de Grasse Tyson. If you have no idea who that is please, please, please go Google him and watch some videos of him talking.... Continue Reading →

There is an article on the BBC news website today regarding the desire and need for a ‘body farm’ to be established in this country, like the ones that are in America (and apparently one in Australia too!). If you don’t know, a body farm (or I what I think is officially known as an... Continue Reading →

I keep singing Wake Me Up When September Ends under my breath when I think about how long I have left in my current job. Then I stifle a giggle and get on with my day!  It's not like I know it's 19 working days and 25 calendar days or something like that anyway. Nope.... Continue Reading →