I was reading recently about a group of older Japanese scientists who have volunteered to go and work at the still stricken Fukushima nuclear power plant in a bid to make it safe.
I had a salutary brush with authority aged 13 when my biology teacher sent me to the headmaster for writing the name of my favourite football team on the side of a textbook about cells.
Gwynneth Paltrow is of course very famous. Well known for sobbing at the Oscars and, my wife assures me, for being in “lots of films”.
Many things bemuse me. The popularity of Cheryl Cole is an obvious example. Or gangsta rap – and I know I’m not the target audience but what is that all about?
I have bought a wetsuit. I’d like to say it makes me look like a rubbery ninja but in reality I look more like a seal with a funny head.
So much for that alternative vote business. What a resounding kicking that took, eh?
I remember being asked when I was about 11 what I wanted to do when I grew up.
The defining condition of nursing since I came into it more than 25 years ago has been this: nurses are held responsible for the care and wellbeing of patients but hold no responsibility for the politics, circumstances or organisation in which the care takes place
How many nurses does it take to change a light bulb? It would take one if there were any light bulbs - but there are no light bulbs, so forget about light bulbs and move on.
So, I’m wandering around the gym toying with the idea of doing some sit-ups, prodding the free weights and eyeing the computerised cross-trainer suspiciously when I notice some young people doing squat thrusts in the corner.