It’s that time of year again. The leaves turn brown, the rain sets in and the Lothian Diabetes Representative Group has their annual conference in Edinburgh.This year it will be held at the Craiglockhart Campus of Edinburgh Napier University on Saturday 27th October. It’s usually quite an interesting mix of talks, workshops and gossip. There’s… Read More »
Going through your soaraway Shoot Up’s archives the other day, I discovered a load of video blogs that Alison and I had recorded but which I had never put on the site. I blame myself for this disgraceful negligence, I really do. Anyway, here’s the first of the lost videos and it’s all about infusion… Read More »
Hurrah! It’s the start of the Olympics* – that great celebration of sport and stuff that we all know and love. Unless you’re British. Us Brits love to moan and groan about stuff. We’re not happy unless we can have a good old bitch. And we love to bitch about the Olympics. I for one,… Read More »
As you’ll be able to tell from the tortured headline above I’ve recently been dealing with young non-diabetics. As I don’t have children I don’t often come into contact with the youth of today, so it’s an unusual experience for me. However recently my niece and nephew (aged six and three respectively) have been over… Read More »
It’s that time of the year again when I pop along to have my eyes tested by my local optometrist. I have them photographed once a year at my local hospital as part of my usual check up, but I also get my optometrist to check them because I value my eyesight (I really, really,… Read More »
Tomorrow I’m flying to France. (To clarify for the benefit of our many pedantic readers, technically I’m not going to be the one doing the flying, I’ll be sitting on an aircraft (probably an Airbus A320) which will be the one doing the flying. I have a few talents but the ability to soar through… Read More »
As you can probably already guess from the title of this article, I hate exercise. I like to progress through life at a stately and modest pace. Jogging is not for me – I don’t even run for busses, dagnabbit. In my view, a gym is simply a modernised, sanitised version of the medieval torture… Read More »
Avid account holders at your soaraway Shoot Up will be aware that when you sign up you are asked to tell us what your favourite ABBA song is. Some people thing that this is a clever anti-spam mechanism, others a complex physiological test of some description. In actual fact it’s a piece of paper-thin whimsy… Read More »