So to further strengthen my position on where I go when me and my professional bretheren go when we die and why it's not heaven here's another tale.
Cardiology and it's hallowed halls have oft been the chosen destination for practitioners of internal medicine who aren't happy dealing with the entire body and would rather make more money than they already are whist prescribing cold medicine and the occasional sleeping pill. So a friend decided that these economically and perhaps intellectually more appealing halls were for him to saunter through and is currently doing DM Cardio somewhere.
This is about him, unlike my usual initial digression. Those of you who've seen the Axe/Lynx Click deoderant advertisement with Bennifer (yep whether is Lopez or Garner he's still the same) and the clicker read on, those who haven't look here or here. The song by the way is "Gansta' of Love" by Johnny "Guitar" Watson.
So this cardio friend of mine plans to get himself one of the clickers and everytime he sees anyone obese, smoking, eating red meat or even clutching his chest in anginal agony he plans to walk up, grin and go "Click!"
I, as always, rest my case.
PS Have a theory that weird names are due to mothers in that peri-delivery (peri-partum is the technical term, I know) are still not quite used to the joy of motherhood and are still frustrated with all the labour and the pain. This situation leads to an occasional, hasty, borderline vengeful decision of naming their kids thus.
Cardiology and it's hallowed halls have oft been the chosen destination for practitioners of internal medicine who aren't happy dealing with the entire body and would rather make more money than they already are whist prescribing cold medicine and the occasional sleeping pill. So a friend decided that these economically and perhaps intellectually more appealing halls were for him to saunter through and is currently doing DM Cardio somewhere.
This is about him, unlike my usual initial digression. Those of you who've seen the Axe/Lynx Click deoderant advertisement with Bennifer (yep whether is Lopez or Garner he's still the same) and the clicker read on, those who haven't look here or here. The song by the way is "Gansta' of Love" by Johnny "Guitar" Watson.
So this cardio friend of mine plans to get himself one of the clickers and everytime he sees anyone obese, smoking, eating red meat or even clutching his chest in anginal agony he plans to walk up, grin and go "Click!"
I, as always, rest my case.
PS Have a theory that weird names are due to mothers in that peri-delivery (peri-partum is the technical term, I know) are still not quite used to the joy of motherhood and are still frustrated with all the labour and the pain. This situation leads to an occasional, hasty, borderline vengeful decision of naming their kids thus.
