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Reincarnated as a Dung Beetle

It’s a Sunday evening in January 2011. I’m sitting with 6 strangers in a house in Paddington. There’s an uneasy silence. We’re waiting to get started. 1,065 more words


An Appreciation Of Knees (Or, Five Unexpected Uses For Your Knees)

Knees are important. They spare us the embarrassment of constantly falling over. For me, they bring other benefits too. Here are 5 reasons why.

1. Imagine this scenario. 466 more words

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Concussed in Damascus

In 1996 I was posted to Damascus for a 3 month stint as Deputy Director of British Council in Syria.


When I woke I touched the side of my head gently. 923 more words

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Part 12: Against The Graine.

It felt like my eyeballs had swollen to the size of cricket balls, being pushed out of their sockets from the inside. My breathing quickened with each wave of intense pain. 1,014 more words

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Part 11: The Vomit Episode.

I vomited in the bathroom sink before leaving for school. The accident had forced me to drop back a year. Today I joined the new sixth-formers as they began their A levels. 1,142 more words

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Part 10: I danced here, wearing a black cape and oversized sombrero

Doctors were concerned about blood in my urine. The collision with the car may have damaged my kidneys. To check I’d need an internal examination, under general anaesthetic. 954 more words

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Part 9: Alone in my bedroom, I nervously took off the leg brace and stood up for the first time.

The Myelogram procedure was awful. Not excessively painful, but dehumanising and unpleasant. Wearing only a paper gown tied at the back, I climbed onto the cold radiography table, rolling onto my side to get into the foetal position as instructed. 1,139 more words

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