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Mined Out
There are places rich in creative ore, where reefs of productive concepts are there to be surveyed, to be mined. How many of us can resist hovering, fingering our notebooks and voice recorders, when we unexpectedly come across an argumentative … Continue reading
Hearing Voices
You think you know what it’s like when you pass through the doors of the Accident & Emergency department in one of our NHS hospitals. And if you don’t, no doubt one day you will. What you don’t get … Continue reading
Not Going Home
They say they need the bed. The friendly nurse from Nigeria says I’ve had enough of the Queen’s money (God save Her) and that I should go – anyway they need the bed and so it’s bye bye baby (baby … Continue reading
New World, Brave
Somewhere under us is a factory. The whine and whirr of machinery, the unmistakable drone of electric motors, and the silence of slave workers can all just be heard above the coughing and groaning which make up the aural landscape … Continue reading
No Figs
The Queen’s been shot. There’s rioting in streets. London burns. Here in our beds in our double-glazed, sound insulated hospital we don’t give a fig; at least I don’t – my hip hurts, I can’t walk and the man in … Continue reading
The Man in the Bed Opposite Mine
He must have been a good looking man a long time ago or not even that long ago. Now he lies helpless and confused in a ward where the nurses are overworked and have little time for empathetic care. The … Continue reading
Ward #5, East Wing
We lie helpless in our beds – after all this the orthopaedic ward – listening to the screams and gunshots all around us. Soon all is quiet, deathly quiet. Minutes later the ward doors swing open. “A-ha,” grins the gunman.
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