I’ve been searching for blogs of preclinical medical students, to get a feel for their struggles and difficulties. They’re struggling and they have diffculties. Medicine is hard however you do it, right from the start.
Links to a few:
Arzhang’s Medicine Blog – this guy’s just started his medicine course, and finding that it’s a tough workload.
Over My Med Body! – a second year student and an experienced blogger.
Saving People, ‘n Stuff – another new medical student, getting the usual, “I shouldn’t be here!” early stage panics.
The Lingual Nerve – woah! A later stage of study, but with some absorbing writing.

Attack of the Cloned City Centres

We went to Bristol today, to shop. Yeah, ok, I hear some gasps out there.
It’s well known that my Christmas shopping is done annually online. That’s what the web’s there for, as far as I’m concerned. It’s there so you don’t have to interact with real people, if you know what I mean. Hey, if I wanted to talk to people I’d have become a doctor, rather than a scientist. That’s one of the best things about being a scientist: you get to sit in your ivory tower and avoid all the idiots in the world. Well, most of them. I suppose we do have students, but we try and limit our contact with them 😉
Anyway, back to the point in hand. I avoid town on weekends (unless drinking in the evening, but that rarely happens when you become a dad). I avoid the Christmas masses in particular. Real life shopping in December is madness; insanity incarnate. You can feel it, taste it. I feel the need for a chainsaw and a hockey mask most times. Tie in shopping for shoes with the missus into that and I’m the thickness of a thought away from going postal. So the internet is the solution. You can buy anything online, it’s quicker than actually going to a shop and buying it (for me, anyway), and it’s cheaper. So visiting Bristol today was a novelty for Kim.
My reason for shopping outside of Cardiff was that I quite like Bristol, and I thought that different surroundings would make shopping for festive gifts more “interesting”. Bollocks. Every town in the UK is exactly the same. The shopping arcades are alike. The coffee shops within them sell the same crap coffee and food at the same crap prices. The plastic animatronic (my arse) snowmen all share parentage. And, most pointedly, the shops are absolutely bloody identical. They all have the same W.H. Smiths, Boots, T.K. Maxxes, Games, Gadget Shops, Piers, Argoses, etc. And they all change the architecture at eye level to match all their stores. So all city centres look identical. It sucks. Where’s the character? Where’s the culture? Where’s the individuality? Where’s the interest? Gone.
We did walk around the centre, to the Imax area and Clifton(ish). Bristol is a pleasant city with a history, but you wouldn’t know it.
I did get some good gifts, but I could have got them from any city, and saved the bridge fare. I’m going back to the ‘net to get the rest.

Thanks Respondent

Check out this particularly f**king disgusting piece of spam currently hitting the world, from an “Alfred Peterside”. I don’t agree with capital punishment as a rule, but burning’s too good for these filthy f**kwit thieves.
“Alfred Peterside & Associates
13 Dale House
United Kingdom
TEL/Fax: 44-870-134-6160
Tel: 44-78-100-8005, 44-703-194-1346
I am Alfred Peterside an attorney to Christian Eicht Mason, a deceased Immigrant property magnate who was based in the U.K., Also referred to as my client.
On the 25th of July 2000, my client, his wife and their two Children died in the Air France concord plane crash bound for New York in their plan for a world cruise,
Since then I have been managing his properties here in the U.K. and some of his properties, which he put out for sale. Which I monitored the payment as his attorney, has been bought and paid for. Now the money paid was deposited into his Local account here. I have contacted you to assist in repatriating the money and property left behind by my client before they get confiscated or declared unserviceable by his bank.
Particularly, the bank has issued me a notice to provide any of his next of kin or have the account confiscated within a short time. My late client has an account valued at 15.5 million dollars. Since I have been unsuccessful in locating the relatives for some time now, and with the bank giving me deadline, I now seek your consent to present you as the next of kin of the deceased, so that the proceeds of this account valued at 15.5 million dollars can be paid to you and then you, and I can share the money. 50% to me and 40% for you and 10% for miscellaneous expenses that might arise. I have all necessary information that can be used to back up any Claim we may make.
All I require is your honest co-operation to enable us see this deal through. I guarantee that this will be executed under a legitimate arrangement that will protect you from any breach of the law. Trust me, as his attorney, this is a risk-free relationship.
Please get in touch with me by my email and send me your full names and address, telephone and fax numbers to enable us discuss further about this transaction.
Best regards,
Alfred Peterside”.
It’s basically a variation on the Nigerian 419 scam, but the fact that they’ve used the Concorde disaster makes it so much sicker.