I had small quantities of dreadful food and large quantities of marvellous morphine in MRI a long time ago in a spell rendered bizarre by prior acquaintance with the nurses and with the admin wing, with whom / in which one used to kip when too weary to walk all the way home from the pub.
I managed to abort my stay at MCH Westeinde more recently by fleeing, bandages trailing, as I smelt my first breakfast being brought in. Not nice, though undoubtedly well meant.
No idea how the clinical care at Vall d’Hebron compares, but the grub looks a lot better. Perhaps you can think up an illness for me.
- Jesus Christ, ANC
Two Mandela morsels for the lions.
- All around his bed
A hospital mini-odyssey.
- Serbs barter cows for penises
I recently had lunch with a Huescan entrepreneur who sold his dad’s cows in the 50s to buy a car, but
- Does historical reenactment extend to speech?
Early modern editing for the creative anachronism market: judicious modernisation, sympathetically documented transcription, or Talk Like A Pirate?
- Les Cabanyes
Dunno if the museum idea will work out, but this is good news from Joan Saumell and his people. On this