Lady Luck Speaks

Desi dating and desires from the doctor of delight.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Fear the Childe!

Hunger and boredom aren't exactly the most comfortable bedfellows life has to offer. After all, one of these quantities may indeed lead the other one towards consequences which might not be in the best interests of the beholder.

The Goldhawk Road isn't a bad place to be when hunger strikes. It's got variety, for one thing and a lack of scary types for another (the scaries prefer to hang around on the other side of Shepherd's Bush Market - near the 207 bus stop on Uxbridge Road. Topics of parlance centre on denying their madness and getting a bigger council house). The proverbial Shreddies, which keep hunger locked up 'til lunch may well be on sale at Tesco's - but hopper porn and the search for crispy curried goodness put me in the path of Damera - a very friendly Ethiopian cafe recommended by a number of colleagues, Miss Ros included.

I have to confess I've not got round to trying Ethiopian cuisine - I've only come across it once before, at a less than salubrious joint on North End Road. Ethiopian women are amongst the best looking on this earth - I've never seen a fat one (in the UK, so proverbial famine jokes are out!), or a super-wrinkly one either. They're almost always smiling too - I put this down to their monopoly over clear skin!

Turns out delicious food for a VERY resonable price (£7) ranks amongst the reasons to smile too - the Ethiopian injera is a little like the centre and sides (but not the edge!) of a wholemeal hopper. It's lemon scented and supposedly low in fat. Their vegetarian and mince curries are very similar to those served by Indians living near Andra Pradesh - keema is an exact replica of a Kenyan Indian recipe my great aunt used to make! Score :D

In other news, I've got a whole host of jobs to rank, a revision-course to help out with, a friend I've not seen in time to catch up with and a load of tutorials with a cute tutor. Life is hard :P

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Da Da Da Da Da - Let Me Show You

....where's that from?

Back in the day, when Camisra reigned the fledgling Kiss FM supreme.

I thought it'd be an excellent intro to '5 Things' - the meme doing the rounds through Ros and a number of other food bloggers.

It's a nice way to update, capische?

1. Yours truly is going to be working in Preston come August. It's supposedly the most Catholic city in England, with a tenth of the population being of Asian origin.

2. I've just finished 'Ishq and Mushq' - Priya Basil's debut novel. Well worth reading if you've got an interest in immigrant life, East Africa and the human condition. Think 'White Teeth' or 'Brick Lane' without the flashbacks and pretension.

3. I believe I'm allergic to soya and mushrooms. I've not been a fan of either food for sometime - rubbery textures don't sit well with other items on my plate, ditto itchy mouth and stomach cramps, confirming that the only vegetarian protein worth knowing is CHEESE.

4. I'm going to see my fellow desi-lover Nelly Furtado this week - she'll be my fiftieth act seen live :D

5. I prefer Britcoms to sitcoms. I'm sure you knew that already ;)

Monday, February 12, 2007

Reflections of a Finalist

The idiosyncratic routine of lecture courses at Charing Cross Hospital will soon be over. Understandably, I'm slightly gutted by this; the student life can be quite endearing at times ;)

I'm not especially bothered about the lack of teaching material come the summer - it's the cosy social routine and lack of days with casual clothes that I'll be mourning somewhat more!

The last two years have seen me become better friends with a number of girlies (and token boy who has gained 'honorary girl status') in our year. I seem to have rotated placements with the same few, so I get really excited about seeing them (as we're all on our own this year) :D

This 'block' will mark the end of the Reynolds hot chocolates we have at breaktimes, in addition to their toasted sandwiches (I can never get mine to caramelise that well), surly Lithuanian cashier and empty vending machines (empty to me 'cos they eat my money or choose not to possess what I want). Sooner or later our names will join the thousand scribbled on the walls and ceiling - the scribble of a newly-qualified doctor will be marker-penned for posterity. Fingers crossed mine will be up there too. Someday. Somehow.

We'll also be ending the Cafe du Fleur/Whole Hog sandwich routine, in addition to the Puzzle/OSP drinks after work (admittedly, the number and alcohol content of drinks is going down as people get closer to exams). Starbucks gossip sessions are already fewer and far between.

I'd like to think that Hammersmith is going to be a lonely place without us. Somehow, I think not - the year below have already got themselves an equivalent gang or ten, so this rabble is going to live for a long time yet!

Saturday, February 10, 2007

In the last few days....

...I have discovered a delicious Thai takeaway, enjoyed quality tapas-inspired grub (what else could explain the miniscule portions, Mr Rhythmic?) and tasted an heavenly deconstructed triple-creamed banoffee pie. Deeee-licious.

Spurious episodes of gluttony aside, I've been rather occupied with work. Cue acute case assessment and hasty completion thereof. Cue endless ward rounds with junior doctor (consultant in clinic, registrar on ski slope, SHO in bed unwell) and patients with retractable veins (I still miss 60% of venflons on my first go - must do better). I have learnt j*ck about the medical life, aside from the fact there may be a demonstration at Whitehall come the 17th of March (in protest over Mangling Medical Careers). Add to this a few revision tutorials with tutor possessing unbecoming hairstyle and not a lot else, journalism exempted.

My written output (quantity-wise) remains poor. I put that down to revision ('vision' per se being the operative word as 'revision' is for the organised) and procreastination (Facebook has helped me set up my own birthday party - I'm rather curious to see who's said 'yes' to me. I'd almost rather peripheral people said 'not attending' quicker as I'd only invited them out of a twice yearly need to say 'I haven't seen you around and don't resent your company' more than anything else). The party is turning out to be bigger than expected, making me think I might have to seal off a section (and pay a deposit AND do a 'minimum spend' thing).

NB If I have not got round to inviting you, it's because I've forgotten people without a livejournal/facebook. You are indeed invited, although belatedly so.

The written output that does remain (editing/Quarking of MS pages not withstanding) is a review of usedtobecool's new album. It's really rather good if you're into the drum and bass/industrial side of things. I'll be putting it up on drownedinsound once the boiz have OK'd it. I'm hoping the meet-up with PickledPolitics-types today might inspire me a little.

How are you guys doing?

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Life Oop North

I can't believe I'm going to be moving to Manchester & it's surroundings come this August.

Two years two hundred miles away.

Think I can hack it?

I think you'll find the answer is 'YES' - they've got lots of dermatology jobs, two year allocations (vs one year in most of the country), lots of course fundings, tonnes of gigs, their very own Selfridges, a mile full of curries AND a Harvey Nicks.

Perhaps I'll bump into one of the boys from Take That on a night out?


Final years across the UK are pissing themselves today - it's D-day for finding out which geographically-based educational supervisors are going to be responsible for our jobs next year.

Wish us luck!