Dr Hipster does sports science

Posted on 26/10/2016 by bighair63

So these cartoons really do have a niche market. In fact my mum recently said “What’s this hipster doctor thing? I though hipsters were a type of jeans”. Well yes…that true too…

A doctor friend of mine has come up with a series of ideas for a hipster doctor. He’s written the ideas and I’ve put pen to paper. Most will be posted via Instagram (@hipster_doc). Here are the first four.

Scooting

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My new job is spread across the city of Cardiff. I have two desks ‘conveniently’ located in separate buildings nearly 2 miles apart. As you can imagine, travelling on foot wastes an awful lot of time and using a bicycle has its downsides: finding a space on a busy train; carrying extra kit (helmets, chain locks, fluorescent jackets); and finding somewhere to lock it up at work. So my solution?

A SCOOTER!! The bees knees of travel! You may laugh, but I have thighs of steel and can manage my two mile trip in just under 15 minutes! It’s an unusual sight seeing adults scooting (or scootering?) down the road, but just a couple of days ago, I crossed paths with a very elegant looking lady gliding along on a scooter. We were both taken aback and did an air high-five as I shot past her with hot red cheeks, my rucksack hanging off my shoulder and the lactic acid burning.

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Romance clings on

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Guitar blues

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So I’ve decided to take my guitar out of its case for the first time in many years…It’s my New Year’s resolution to learn several songs from start to finish before the year’s up. To help me, I’ve employed a guitar teacher and so far, things are looking positive! Though if you’ve ever played a guitar, you’ll know that until your fingers are used to it, it can be somewhat painful!

Guilt

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Sometimes my daily routine floods me with guilt. Guilt for the impact I’m having on the environment. I spent seven years working in the sector, bossing (yes ‘bossing’ – I know, hard to believe eh?) people around because I wanted everyone to sit up and listen. I’d tell them to recycle because in the UK we produce enough waste to fill the Albert Hall every two hours. I’d run around switching lights off after everyone and chastising people if they didn’t turn their computer off after a day’s work. For those seven years, I was told that the tipping point was coming – the point when the detrimental impact of human society on the planet would reach the point of no return. I would get upset because people couldn’t see beyond today. I left that job. I left it because I felt helpless.

These days I still boss people around and harp on about the penguins, polar bears and climate change – people think I’m odd. I also carry a lot of guilt around because my daily routine still leaves a massive footprint!

Holding on

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I haven’t combined a cartoon and a photograph for a while, but today while I was mulling over what to do for my 365 photography project I decided that the image needed something to fill the white space.

Sheffield Night Strider 2015

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For those of you that know me, I’m not much of a hiker nor do I like to be far from my bed beyond 10pm. I’m quite happy to do a 6 or 7 miles stroll in the Peak District before I’m ready to put my feet up, have a cup of tea and a piece of cake. Anything more and I tend to grumble.

Well, despite my love of sleep and fear of long walks, I signed up for a sponsored nigh walk for St Luke’s Hospice (13 miles) – which, being in Sheffield, involved numerous hills. 1000 people signed up, many whom had lost loved ones and benefited from the support and care of the charity. It was a great night and I’m glad to have helped raise money. Today however, I’m nursing an aching body and have ventured no further than the sofa except to make tea and watch some fantastic Rugby (Australia Vs Scotland).

I don’t like asking for money, but if you would like to donate to St. Luke’s, you still can by visiting my Just Giving page.

Mouse infestation

Posted on 09/09/2015 by bighair63

There’s been a mouse infestation at work which has brought drama and excitement to the office. One moment we were happily tapping away at our keyboards, the next there were yelps and squeals as a mouse the size of a 10p piece ran across the floor. Mayhem ensued – people were either rushing away from the mouse or towards it in an attempt to capture or kill it. Plots to capture it alive and take it to countryside were hatched. Excuses to work in another building were put forward. There were discussions about wearing wellies to work. From all of this, I observed three distinct camps and have drawn them for your entertainment!

1. The exterminators