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Archive for April, 2014

Una birra per favore

So I’ve just arrived back at university from the airport. Aaand I’m leaving for that same airport in three and a half hours. That’s some good planning there Michael.

Had a really nice holiday. Was a complete failure with regards to work but that’s life. Saw the new Spiderman film yesterday and it was great. Don’t worry no spoilers. I was looking forward to seeing what they would do with this film what with having a bit more creative freedom and they did a great job. Particular favourites were the mad scientist and unintelligible Rhino.

Anyway yeah I should probably go to bed or something. Not entirely convinced that 2 hours of sleep is better than nothing but part of me feels like I should try.

The destination tomorrow? Italia! This probably isn’t actually where we’re going but this is one of the pictures that google images showed me

I am excite.

My last blog was basically a travel blog, this one is basically a food blog. I’m looking forward to combining the two with stories of PIZZA GELATO LINGUINE LIMONCELLO & CALZONE. It’s gonna be fricking great.





Easter holiday has been nice so far. Enjoying the increased calorie intake that comes with being at home and not having to pay for my biscuit addiction. I’ve also been spending a fair amount of my time playing this:

Easter Sunday ended up being a bit of a boozey day- my sisters had some friends round in the evening, and with us drinking during the daytime, we racked up an embarrassing tally of 11 empty wine bottles. Never let it be said the Irish aren’t up for a good time.

My dad unfortunately missed all the fun- his passport got stolen when abroad, and because of bank holidays etc. he wasn’t able to get a replacement until Tuesday, so for the first time we celebrated a holiday without him! Which was a little strange, but as I told him we probably wouldn’t have enjoyed our day as much had he been around.

Weather’s been fantastic recently; went up to the North Coast at the start of the week and spent a fair few hours sitting in the back garden of a friend’s house- I even got a little sunburnt! Admittedly with my Jack Skellington-like complexion I get sunburn when I walk past lamps, but it’s still exciting that we’re headed towards summer

Sadly I need to get past the old hurdle of finals before then. As per usual there are the daily mood swings between sweet denial and depressed recognition of just how much I don’t actually know. At the minute I’m looking at the second option sadly, but I’m meeting my friend for some lunch shortly so hoping to swing back to the first.

Have good days!


I ain’t sayin I’m a gold digger

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. As a student then, my world tends to find spinning really difficult. In my last few years of medical school, the student loan people decided what would be really fun would be to decrease my income by a third. Thankfully my parents have been amazing and have helped me through any difficult times I’ve had, as they’ve done so the whole way through my degree.

What also helps is the fact that I’m phenomenally cheap. I’m a big fan of Sainsbury’s basics pasta, and firmly believe that pasta and sauce from a jar forms a great basis of a well-balanced diet. Who needs meat or vegetables anyway. This has meant I’ve managed to reach final year without actually touching my student overdraft- a feat I’m pretty proud of, considering some people max it out in about a month of starting university.

But inevitably, fun things happen and you want to go to them, or friends want to celebrate being born, or a new Chinese restaurant opens up and is serving dumplings and it’s the best place in the whole world and the food tastes like heaven (if heaven were made out of soy sauce that is). So over the past few years I’ve come up with a good solution to help find more money: selling my body to science. A university is a great place for research to be taking place, and so all you have to do is know the places to look for researchers searching for “Healthy non-smoking males aged 18-25”

The studies I’ve done have ranged from the tedious (questionnaires on impulsivity), the cushy (having my brainwaves measured while I fall asleep in a soundproof room) to the downright bizarre (having my reaction time measured when I see photos of people holding up poo-stained underwear). Yes, that last one was real. There have also been a few great ones where people are running training courses for doctors and are looking for volunteers to act as patients or models of ‘healthy anatomy’.

Over the years then I’ve just about every investigation under the sun, whether it’s 24 hour ECGs, a DEXA scan, ultrasound scans of my abdomen/heart/lungs/arms/legs/neck, an EEG, blood tests for just about everything and 24 hour urine collection (that last one was fun). It’s a hypochondriac’s dream really. The only one I have left to tick off is an MRI of my brain- being left-handed, I’m often excluded from these studies as my brain might be “the wrong way round”. But I’m comforted by the knowledge that everything else in my body looks completely healthy, and also by the cheques and bank transfers that semi-regularly make their way to my bank account.

The whole thing has thankfully meant that as I approach the end of my student days, I don’t need to worry about having debt of £1000, and can instead enjoy myself until I reach The Real World and start getting a salary.

… At which point I’ll instead get to worry about my debts of  £30,000- now that’ll be fun. I wonder what I’ll have to do to pay that off.


Who let him out

I never knew I needed a dog until right now

Bucket list

After having gotten into the NI foundation school, we were presented with a list of jobs to rank, choosing which ones we’d prefer to do when we start work. I’ve submitted mine about a week or so ago, and we find out on Tuesday whether or not computer says no. It’ll be nice to finally know exactly what I’ll be doing in a few months time!

All in all I’m really looking forward to the whole Norn Iron business- a chance to see my family and home friends more often than I’ve been able to for the past six years, and to be in a place where people don’t struggle with my accent or make fun of me based on the strength of my feelings towards potatoes. However this week it’s dawned on me (I’m a sharp tool in the shed) that going somewhere else means I’ll really be leaving.

I won’t be walking around the same streets, going back to the same house, or seeing the same people that I’ve been used to for the past six years. I won’t be enjoying the comparatively-less-rain-filled climate, or the free attention/bonus points that you get purely for having my slightly incomprehensible accent. Most of all, I’ll be one heck of a lot further away from my friends.

So, I’m starting to think about how to actually say goodbye. Obviously I won’t be saying goodbye to the people (more of an auf wiedersehen), as I do actually intend to keep being friends with them after I feck off to another island, but there’s a few things I want to do here in this city before I go.

In true Michael style, pretty much every single one of them is food-related. Which means I’ve been able to meet up with a few friends recently to work through that bucket list! After trying what I think might have been the Turkish equivalent of a corn dog, last night a bunch of us went to a place that only does desserts. And it was fricking great. Waffles, crepes and sundaes galore. Yum.

Gonna have to find a few more excuses to tick off some of the other ones; my birthday’s in just over a month, I reckon that’ll do nicely! We’re coming closer to Easter though, and after that I’ll probably be in Robotic Work Mode, saying no to anything that remotely resembles fun. So once again, the clock’s ticking