There's dirt and there's dirt. Then there's the bizarre. Working in the Deep South London. Late nine o’clock finish and an early seven-thirty start the day after, a commute of three hours and kids being away on a school trip. Suddenly the on-site accommodation seemed rather attractive. I duly paid the £25 rent and checked myself in. The rooms were located in some derelict wing of the building. …
Spitting and straight talking
This staff member was spitting down the sinks and no one said anything. Should I? In my struggle, I started missing my beloved straight talking Filipinos. The day surgery department in the hospital was friendly enough and the sandwiches it offered the patients were not bad considering. There were both ham, cheese and pickle and salmon. In the staff room, parathas were going …
The day Obama gave hope to the NHS
A staff room in a dysfunctional theatre department in north-west London. On the TV, Barack Obama became president. And the black nurses threw a party. Audio version in the player above. The winter of early 2009 was unusually cold. Years of war in Iraq and Afghanistan had worn us out. Disillusioned we shivered our way through the freeze and as that was not enough, the …
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