KDogg

So I’m back in London and away from that pain in the backside that is the surgical service in Wexford.
It’s so good not to be anywhere near an operating theatre where the atmosphere is as uncomfortable as a baby in a topless bar.

So one may wonder, why London? Well its annual leave time and one thought it would be great to spend a couple of days in the big smoke before jetting off to Phoenix and New York. Now whether I survive these places is another matter especially as we shall be wrestling mountain lions and trying to converse with obese desert people.

Yesterday, one went to Sotheby’s pretending to look at pieces of art with the impression that we may actually bid for something. Instead , we (being the Punch, the U-meister and myself) had a good ol lunch. There were attempts at ordering a truffle each at £1.20 a pop, however with a minimum price per head we opted to eat and drink….plenty. The drinking continued on until we reached the Light Bar, on St Martin’s Lane, where by mentioning our close friend Chris Martin we were able to get in. Nice bar, bit expensive but why not.

Therefore to end, I’d like to thank the lead singer of Coldplay, a man we’ve never met, for helping us obtain a tipple or two.

So in true dodgeball style,………thank YOU, Chris Martin!

Went up to dublin on friday for a ‘Human Factors’ course. This is where our hard earned 3000euro goes to and of course a consultant’s hotel stay during organised meetings such as another opening of a RCSI medical school in a middle eastern country or a photo op with the health minisiter.

We were able to build a pyramid but did not survive crashing 300km away from our space station on the moon. Yes, role play is the name of the game and team building is what its meant to achieve. This however, never happens because there is always some SHO from the forests of Borneo who falls asleep due to their obvious laziness.

Not to worry maybe these guys are in need of the product being shown in the following pic. Supposedly it works wonders with the British healthcare system, maybe it will work with us here, esp on those in the Royal College who insist on i) us working like children in a Nike Factory ii)being treated just as bad as the immigrants in Ireland and iii)always wanting us to ‘donate’ our salaries to a scheme that will never guarantee a future career.

Utti, i appreciate you referring to this as a rant. I know see that it is. But Ive made my points, and now onto the good news:

We shall be celebrating my b’day on the 18th-20th. Am getting old. Be good to see any of you.