KDogg

Its warming up. Well, the climate is changing, as is the way doctors continue to get unsated by the way the healthcare dictatorship continues to put in changes which just make you want to dry heave like a donkey on ipecac. Yes, thanks to words such as ‘reform’ and ‘improve’, it looks like there will be further decreases in jobs in the North East & the rest of the country while there are further increases in stress levels, consumption of lipid saturated foods and alcohol related disease amongst medics. Aren’t I glad that I’m more of an academic nowadays?
So much so, one has been enjoying persian food, good company and the occasional New York Minute post work resulting in me testing my minimal photographic skills on cocktail glasses. I would have some chromographs of food, however my gourmandizing dinner pail aka my stomach continues to leave plates empty.

Arriving back on the island was such a disappointment. Why?
Well, one was back in Londres, but more importanly it snowed. Yup,strange time of year for a flake to descend upon your face, but what a nice touch to a weekend that had a wedding within its grips. Snow, white dress, groom, port, food and more food, what else do you need?? (well maybe a pic of ones place-card!..click below). But, certainly not coming back and seeing the same old news involving consultant contracts filling the headlines…such a jejune diet of journalism.
Anyhow, Im beginning to cotton to the sunshine that has crept up here in Dublin. Looks like summers here, well at least for its usual one week out of fifty two.

Ah,back from another jaunt away (well just the wkd). This time unfortunately the skies weren’t as blue as those you see below and no, I was not on a cabin in that little gold boat. On this merry go round, I was in the ol’country, staying in a fabulous hotel with top notch ladies and then a glorious mansion the following eve. Yes, its true, one can go away and suddenly find yourself surrounded by real life inamoratas and not those I usually preoccupy myself with on chikipedia.
Being surrounded by such pulchritude and grace does make one feel special, especially as you get blokes in awful white polo tops asking you whether you are Australian or not, as ‘you don’t have an accent from these parts’ and you happen to be next to a blonde.
One can confirm that Im not from ‘these parts’ and I am by no means whatsoever, belonging or pertaining to a geographical division comprising Australia and Tasmania. Enjoy the pic and click on it for others..

Now im not saying im anything near being a leader but occasionally i can be spiritual and possibly dance.
This is what I happen to think about as I pack my bags so that I may jet out of here tomorrow.
Yup, while stuffing my st bernard longjohns into my bag, i also happen to be practicing my whirlwind dance moves, basing them on the classic video below. With the help of youtube, shades, a beard and the occasional ‘red t-shirt with jeans look’ I one day hope to be adorned by thousands on the web, by performing moves like the dude below. So friends, enjoy the vid and start practicing!

So the new updated me, well blog is back on track. Whether my career is, who knows?!
Anyhow, the weekend has passed, as has some serious flatulence from certain members of my reading room. Yes, having had an enjoyable few days of rest with the odd interruption of a very good wine evening in Smithfield (courtesy of C & G), ones nose has been picking up strange odours in the atheneum that is the IMM. Initially one thought this to be down to the autoclave devices but on further inspection the seats are peculiarly warm in the basement and Sherlock here, feels this could be due to that phenomenon known as cutting the cheese. Now I like cheese, but that which is being sectioned in the IMM is not one for my palate, hence I now propose a ban of All Bran on weekends.
On another note, the dogg is wreck tired and looking forward to some footie.

Finally I decide to spoil the world wide web with my useless lyrics.
Yes, after a long hiatus spending time as a surgical trainee and discovering how incredibly bad i can sound while playing the sax I have looked back at the blog and figured a weekly entry is required again.
So where does the disillusioned doctor hang out?
Well thanks to the forever changing world of medicine, I now am working as part of a new genetics group at TCD. Yes, instead of dealing with drunks, working all night and weekends, I know deal with DNA and have the time to figure out what one is meant to do when they finish work at five. This usually involves watching soaps and reading, but hey its a start.
On another note valentines day is coming up and as a warning to all, don’t expect jack from Mr Patel.

A few weeks into the new job. With my new set of ‘clients’ I am learning many new techniques on how to harm others with ones fangs. I hope not to use these new methods of harm but if certain individuals continue to break wind at lunch attempting to recreate the sound of Nirvana, I shall be sharpening my gnashers.

Going back into work after xmas makes one realise that the decision as to where my base is, has to be made. The green vs the high rise?

Well, with views like this, decisions may become easier…

 

 

 

 

So the new year is upon us. As is the new job. Yes, one has become part of the plastic fantastic, the only shame is that the extra curricular activities that Julian McMahon is used to haven’t accompanied this aimless soul.

Post Xmas I was able to hit the KK and a few days later I was able to go to a couple of New Years parties, both of which I knew very few, which was superfabulous. It was great to be back in the ol haunt and discover that the vegetarian options had not changed over the years. Yes, wild mushroom risotto was comsumed once more but luckily there was some wine and bushmills to help. Either way it was certainly ambrosial to be back in the ol hood. Unfortunately no fresh pics were taken but looking back at a time gone, Ive picked up an old kodachrome to post up…

Merry Christmas everyone.

K.

 

At the moment one would feel that life should be slowing down as we near Xmas however this is far from the truth. Again this year I am experiencing the phenomena known as ‘getting leathered’, ‘hot whiskies’ and ‘granny dumping’. Granny dumping is not some form of a pulling technique I use in the bars but is unfortunately what spoilt brats do to their folks when not bothering to look after them over the winter period.

On another note, I was told a couple of months ago in the establishment known as Ri Ra that the neat, straight line goatee I had made me look sleazy. I would describe myself more than surprised when I found evidence of this critic trying to draw a similar hairy object on their chin. Having already drawn an anchor on their ‘bulging’ biceps they felt it necessary to impersonate me. To be honest I am quite flattered and I’m proud to say my sleazy days are behind me