Tag Archives: bionic leg

>One of the nurses on 5B got reminiscing about working nightshift on Rosenmontag, the culmination of the Karneval season. ‘What really pissed me off’ she said ‘was the way the parents would turn up and mollycoddle these semi-comatose kids who … Continue reading →

> In she charged, syringe at the ready at FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE BLOODY MORNING! Sod this for a game of soldiers. This is the rat poison that's supposed to stop you from getting DVT and it's whacked into the … Continue reading →

> Here at the Asylum, they have novel ways of keeping the inmates occupied. Making lanterns out of paper and cellophane. Decorating candles with bambis, angels and glittery stuff Make your very own teddy bear in 3 easy lessons. Probably … Continue reading →

>Escaped from the Asylum for the weekend (it’s Whitsun over here and tomorrow being a holiday, the sadists also get a couple of days off. Not that they deserve it, of course) and the first person who came charging down … Continue reading →

> My mate, Frank the Potter, descended on his mountain bike from the depths of the Hünsruck hinterlands the other day to inspect the Bionic Leg and incent me in joining him in sampling the delights of the fleshpots of … Continue reading →

> The inordinately talented Beate Thiesmeyer and Michael Sälzer are currently in China as part of a select group of German ceramicists chosen to create works for the Ceramic Arts Centre in Fuping. I helped Michael (who's become something of … Continue reading →

> I don’t mind the sadistic physiotherapists here at the Karl Aschoff Rehab (no, this is nothing LIKE the Betty Ford Foundation and Amy Winehouse hasn’t been here either…) but the Universal Neuroton machine gives me the heebyjeebies…. They strap … Continue reading →

> A week's a long time in politics. someone said. (Harold Wilson, I think.) It's nothing compared with a week in hospital, even one with the excellent surgical staff and medical support people that you'll find at the Vincenz Hospital … Continue reading →

> This turned up on the doorstep the other day from Sophie, my 8 year old friend from up the road. Now wasn't that nice