Korg Kaossilator

I have just ordered one of these beauties. To think that one small box can come up with all this magic!

I will become the next Jean-Michel Jarre by the way!

Living With First-Person Shooter Disease

Poor people!

Hitler finds out Michael Jackson has died

Choir simulates a storm

Dear God, the talent is just phenomenal....

The song is Africa by ToTo

haha (and new blog layout)

Yes I've simplified the blog template - this is pure and simple.

Reason? Removes the stupid width limitation in this column, and widens the side column significantly :)

Hence, I can post comics like this (and bigger youtube vids etc etc)

Office 2010 The Movie - World Premiere Trailer!

OMG OMG OMG I can't wait!!!

Double Fine Cotton 100%

Apologies to any none-medics/none-healthcare workers that might read this and wonder what the hell it's all about.

I recently had to venture in to the deep, dark, murky waters of The Theatres. You don't really want to go to The Theatres unless A\ you're mad, B\ you're fully anaesthetised, or C\ you work there (which really is part of point A).

There is one small exception, and that's if you have to do something to someone that involves the help of an anaesthetist. That was my predicament that day.

As part of the rules and laws of The Theatres, anyone entering it's lands has to change in to the appropriate clothes. Well, you could call them clothes but really they're just blue pyjamas, with a paper like thing you put around your head.

Anyway, there I was in the changing room feeling out of place when I noticed a strange phenomenon: hanging all over the place were clothes from various surgeons who were in The Theatres at the time. Nothing unusual there, except for the fact that every single one of them was hung in such a way that you could clearly see the labels:

Extra-fine double Egyptian Cotton 100% said one label! Luxury D&G said the other! DKNY said the other one, Christian Dior was on the next one! George from ASDA was on mine.

And it suddenly dawned upon me - surgeons have a big image problem.

See, outside of The Theatres you'll only ever see a surgeon in one of two states:

A\ Fully dressed in expensive designer gear. The suite, the handkerchief, the shirt, and probably even the knickers.

B\ Wearing those silly blue pyjamas that you should only wear in The Theatres. Complete with headgear; and, in extreme cases, wearing the facemask as well, trendily slipped down to the neck. This enhances ones state of appeal (and probably penis size) considerably.

This last state is understandable - they all want everyone else to go "ooooooh!, there goes Mr Surgeon! Off to save more lives!" and for young pretty girls to get all hot and sweaty and faint as they pass by.

The first state always bemused me. Why would you be so poshly dressed, if half the time you're just gonna take it all off and slip into the pyjamas? The Theatres sure doesn't let you stay all suited and booted, so why bother?

And the changing room answered that question. In The Theatres, wearing your pyjamas doesn't mean anything - everyone is wearing them. In fact, everyone from the person who's job it is to make sure the floor is clean, to the professor who visits once a month from Mars. In other words, no one knows who's who.

BUT - hang your clothes up in the changing room in a special way, making sure the expensive designer label is clearly visible to all, and hey presto instant kudos! You'll be the talk of The Theatres, and you'll stand out from the crowd!

I'm sure people working in The Theatres can tell who's around just by the labels on show in the changing room. "Oh look, a Christian Dior shirt! Mr Fantasic Surgeon must be operating!". No, scratch that, I'm sure that's what the surgeons think is happening when someone sees their shirts.

Luckily, the physicians on the other hand don't seem to have this image problem. In a very unscientific and crude study I've been doing, I've yet to see one single medical registrar wearing anything other than a shirt and tie. It's probably akin to the desperate title changing that happens the moment someone becomes a MRCS (google it). The speed with which their badge is changed from "Dr" to "Mr" is phenomenal....

It's all about the image.

Next time you're walking down the corridor and you see someone in a fancy suite, do me a favour. Ask them if their a surgeon and you can bet your life savings that they are. Compliment their choice of clothes and they'd probably show you the inside label.

Oh, and if they're carrying a shoulder manbag, don't even bother asking!