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Christmas in Oxford
I went Christmas shopping in London on Saturday. The pavements of Oxford Street were so crowded that the only way to advance was by aggression, mutual consent, or withdrawal to one of the quieter roads, one block removed, on either side ( Read more... ) -
Ask me about semen analysis
It’s open week in Pathology. Coloured balloons have been attached to the walls of the lobby to greet the crowds of visitors who will descend on the department later in the week. Opposite the reception, directly in our eyeline, there is a giant poster telling you everything that you could possibly want to know about semen analysis, although from ( Read more... ) -
Rise of the machine
Walking along the seafront early one morning, I was confronted by an airborne bread roll travelling at head height on an undulating kamikaze flight path. I let out a feeble squawk of fear and confusion. This seemed to startle the roll as it veered off course, revealing the source of its supernaturally-gifted powers of flight - a remarkably strong ( Read more... ) -
Don't look back in anger
Because the internet is a strange and surreal place, here is poem that I wrote about Britpop narrated by the legendary DJ Steve Lamacq.
Thanks to David Hepworth, Steve and anyone else who had a hand in setting this up.
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The sky falling on our heads
I was walking across the pathology department reception with a blood sample for immunology, when a watery blob of pale green slime fell from the ceiling, splattering onto the darker green leatherette of the revolving highchair at the counter in front of me ( Read more... ) -
Ruins within ruins
In amongst a big pile of paper that lives under my desk, I found some notes that I made during a visit to the Eritrean town of Senafe in 2001. I’ve dug out some photographs as well.
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