Mr. Big Bollocks & The Palatini Bros.

Thought I’d open with a bang, hence the catchy title. So, what’s been occurring?

Well, I’m stressfully approaching two assessments in cell biology, the first of which will take place this wednesday, and the other two weeks after that. The one that looms over my coming week is a presentation which, mercifully, will last only 6-8 minutes and have an audience of 5 people. Only thing is, the fifth will be some PhD (literal) world expert in what I’m talking about. Which means, unlike secondary school, I can’t just blag it with long words shoehorned into even more elaborate sentences. But what am I talking about? ‘The Squid’s Contribution to our Understanding of Excitable Cells’.

Yeah, I know, contain your excitement please, ladies and gents. What that really means is: physics.

My talk, if I, by some miracle, manage to say it like I’ve written it out, should last six and a half minutes… spot on. Continue reading!

The Philosophical Cow

It’s been yet another two weeks since I last wrote! Maybe it’s got something to do with the hordes of information flying in from every direction. No, it definitely has something to do with that.

But it’s what I signed up for, isn’t it? And it’s not all bad, of course.

Two weeks ago, I had a superb run of four days that finished earlier that 5pm. Absolutely magic. Did I get more done that I would have done ordinarily? Probably not, but boy did it feel good to slow down a little.

Those days, though they contained mostly bland-ish lectures, had some real gems of thought in them. For a start, they contained lectures on cell division, with the molecular basics of cancer… which in all honesty put a new spin on this famously sinister disease. …Continue reading!

All Hallow’s Eve, Vet’nry Rodeos & Meeting the Fockers

It’s been two weeks since I last posted. I just haven’t had a spare minute to write in. But here I am now… it’s Sunday, the madness has come to a lull.

The Saturday morning after I wrote (but somehow didn’t publish) my last post, I was straight out of bed, breakfasted and pacing round the room. That was the morning my family came up.

It was a profoundly beautiful moment to see the three of them walking into the complex, and to really hug someone for the first time in way, way too long. It’s funny, because I’ve always thought of home as Croft Cottage, and thought that the need I felt was to be back there. But at that moment, in the middle of Edinburgh city, I was home. …Continue reading!