Basically my favourite bar and art gallery in London is closing - this was where I had my 25th birthday (or was it the 26ths?), it is where Alaric used to take me to meet up with geeky people who knew when transits of space stations where going to happen and were to look even in the built up area. It is where my friends have had their art work displayed and where I was concidering doing an exhibition
Sucky sucky - and why? Is it not doing well? No! The site its on is being developed into a hotel and yet another main stream gallery - like we need any more of them especially in London :/
Anyway you can read more about it here.
Jean is doing a sponsered walk on Monday and as I am going to see very few people before then I thought I'd put the call out this way!
It's in support of World Vision's work in Ethiopia and is specifically a children's walk.
She's quiet excited about this but unfortunatly we got the form on Monday just after I'd seen loads of people over the weekend :/ and the last week - doh!
Anyway if you would like to sponser her - let us know and we'll put you on the list
Jean came home from school announcing that we live on a Planet in Paris! She was most emphatic about this and when we asked her if she was sure and what did that mean she said, 'It means the worlds in danger'.
The school have learning themes - it turns out the current one is 'A Planet in Peril' - we couldn't stop laughing and Jean was most indignant you know in that way only 4 year olds can be!
I have a poem published in an Anthology about theoretical particles
The Higgs Boson Anthology
As some of you know around the time we started this blog my uncle died in horrific circumstances in Hospital and it has only just come before the General Medical Council which will probably produce little result.
There have been arguments over weather it was mansluaghter, murder or gross negligence etc...
I ended up holding Benny down whilst the emergancy physiotherapist attempted to manually pump his lungs out where the feeding tube had been switched on whilst in his lung
This broke his ribs but was the only hope to save his life by this point plus there were many things wrong like no water reservior in the breathing machine so he was drying out. Benny had Downes' Sydrome and was very scared that night, he was getting better and though it could be argued his quality of life was low - he thought he had a good deal as long as there was enough cake.
Basically even if it was done as a mercy act it was definatly NOT, it was horrible and he was scared and the knock on effect in the family where people have held themselves to blame becuase they trusted doctors to know when to switch the feeding machine on. (Benny when scared could fight over being fed).
Anyway - this is not the only case like this I have been hearing off. Al's grandmother was put on a drip with no Gloucose in it (as was Benny and also a friend of mine and Al's who was in hospital due to forgetting to eat :/ ). The Doctors told family that if they fed the old woman they would no longer get any state help to look after her. A nurse has told me a similar story about her grandfather which was one of the reasons she wont work for certain hospital trusts.
So as far as I can tell there is illigal euthenasia in our hospitals or something very amiss in the way we educate drs and nurses! And worse people who want to die and plead are kept alive and those who can not defend themselves are dying in the most horrific ways such as being what amounts to being starved to death or drowned.
I can only hope that it is ineptitude and they aren't really viscous killers and that an education reform could fix these things. My own experience of hospitals is that they are indeed very broken and need a massive over haul. Including sacking all the foot shufflers who pretend they can't here you're heart monitor alarm go off >:(
Anyway I started this post becuase I've written a poem about that night at the hospital and was intending to post it but thought I should add in some background.
A Case for the GMC
Wizzen broken monkey
Wrinkeled crepe paper
Sharpe dowdy white
In striped pajarmers
Convict of the ward
On death row
Drowning in food
by those who save
From pumping you out
As a horse in panic
They can not save you
They can't now
But they did not want to