Monday, 25 May 2009

London and its Layers

I once thought that all London consisted of was my house, Brent Cross to the north, Ealing to the west, Fulham to the south, and the paintballing place far to the east, with Hyde Park and Edgware Road somewhere in the middle. And that's it. But recently that all changed; during (yet another) Palestine demo at Trafalgar Square, I took a friend to my favourite place next to the Thames, and after he left early, I had the freedom to go virtually anywhere I wanted to with the rest of my friends at home 'revising'. I began with the National Gallery, looking at a few decent Van Gogh paintings, and where I bumped into another friend, whom I also took to the Thames. Then, going away from Trafalgar Square down a narrow alley-like side road, I discovered a small looking Waterstones. But inside it was massive, and I stayed there for about half an hour scanning mainly the humour section. It was the Covent Garden branch, and when I stepped outside, I found myself in a completely different place; it was like magic! Waterstones was so big that it had multiple entrances, and so I carried on with my adventure, soon finding myself on the Strand. I was actually in search of somewhere to eat, and this was the perfect place with restaurants everywhere, but I settled for the usual Pret a Manger dolphin-friendly tuna baguette :)


I then backtracked looking for my way to Leicester Square but found myself wandering into a comic book shop, expertly flicking through a few comics as if I knew what I was doing, before stepping out into another seemingly different street, even though it was the way I had come in; I'd realised I had no idea where I was, just the way I liked it! I'd always heard of a chinatown in London, but never actually knew where it was, but I somehow stumbled across it, and I found it quite enchanting! The roadsigns were in chinese, the smell of oriental food wafted through the air, yellow-skinned people everywhere; as if I'd walked into Imperial College China itself! There were a few street 'magic' performers doing the old 3 cups and a coin trick, and after I witnessed a hapless woman losing the £20 she bet on a cup, I thought it was time to move on, venturing down more side roads and discovering more wonders until I found myself back at Piccadilly Circus (where I took note of a Cinnabon tucked away in a corner). I then walked around HMV and Trocadero for a bit, which has somewhat lost its girl pulling reputation amongst the gangster-wannabe community.

Regent Street next, and I slalomed my way through the crowds of tourists; Hamley's toy shop my destination; I hadn't been there for more than ten years, and once I stepped inside, I felt like a child again, spending ages exploring its many floors, admiring the new wacky inventions to pull in kids' dosh, as well as spending a while pic 'n' mixing my jelly beans. Once outside, I thought about walking straight to Oxford Street and eating at Cinnabon until I discovered an almost uninhabited side-alley place, with an arty rainbow structure standing in the middle! That's what I love about London; you have all the standard attractions: the streets, palaces, monuments, aquarium; but then you have all the small hidden things tucked away that tourists regularly fail to pay attention to; the quaint little bookshops, the age-old bakeries, the hidden-away parks and gardens; and on top of that, you have the history of the whole place; a layer underneath another layer, all proudly documented with plaques and memorials. And on another level, there's Southwick Mews :)


My journey continued through more side-streets in the general direction of Oxford Circus, past some amazing street performers, through places I never knew existed! Carnaby Street: there's something about it, just its character, a place rarely found elsewhere in the world, a place that remains untouched by outside influence, like (and I can't find a better example) Hyrule market in The Legend of Zelda! It clings on to what makes it, it.


After thoroughly enjoying Cinnabon on Oxford Street, it was a walk down to Edgware Road, and then Paddington through (yes, you guessed it!) Southwick Mews, from where I took a bus all the way back home... a lovely day! There is still so much of London I have yet to explore, and my daily bus journeys to uni, peering out of the window have made me realise that; all the places seamlessly flow into each other! Just today I walked from Edgware Road through the posh back roads to Kensington Gardens and stumbled upon picturesque scenes, childhood memories and Kensington Palace!

Saturday, 16 May 2009

My Bloomer of a Tumour

About 2 months ago, I was diagnosed with a pituitary adenoma after receiving results of an MRI scan I had in January. I was taking part in some research into psychosis at Cambridge when I had the scan, otherwise I still wouldn't have known about it until too late and I was suffering from symptoms. But what is an adenoma? A good thing about having medical student friends is that, unlike a GP, they don't tiptoe around something when you ask them, "What's an adenoma?" I ask, pretending to help with their revision, "It's a tumour of the gland!" They reply unhesitantly. So yeah, I have an 8mm wide (and growing) lump on my pituitary gland in my brain, or as a friend so aptly put it:

"You got a pink kink in your think."

There's a long list of (mainly hormonal) symptoms associated with it, which, alhamdulillah I'm not feeling the effects of just yet, but the two ways to remove it are by surgery (through the nasal passage :S), the most effective, and by drugs. So how am I feeling? I don't know. I'm always putting on a brave face in front of my friends, but there's a hint of uncertainty that everything might not turn out alright in the end. I've had blood tests, I have to see an endocrinologist (hormone guy) on Monday, and I don't know what to expect. It'll probably end up with him saying I need more tests and another MRI scan, and then I'll have to wait another month or so before the next appointment, by which time I'd probably have enough prolactin to start my own dairy farm!

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

April, again.

In the end I couldn't resist not writing an April 'poem'... plus I want to see what it feels like to actually have a short blog-post, so here it is:

April: a month of rest, play and paintballing.
My friends' attendance is too appalling.
My arm covered in pen,
Oh no, not again!
Now the psychiatrist is calling.