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Postcards
from Scotland

We asked a selection of SR
contributors for a memory
of an outstanding holiday in
Scotland – good or bad



Marian Pallister in Tobermory
George Chalmers in Ayr
Islay McLeod in Rockcliffe
Judith Jaafar in Carrick Castle
Barney MacFarlane on Arran



Bill Jamieson on Bute
Tessa Ransford in North Berwick
Michael Elcock on Harris
Ronnie Smith in Largs

Katie Grant on Mull
Thom Cross in Kirkcaldy
Morelle Smith in Glencoe
Bob Cant in Carnoustie

Robin Downie on Arran
Bruce Gardner in Glen Livet
Fiona MacDonald on Tiree
Walter Humes at home

Jill Stephenson at Loch Duich
Quintin Jardine in Elie
Iain Macmillan in Gleneagles
Douglas Marr on Skye
Andrew McFadyen in Kilmarnock

R D Kernohan on Arran
David Torrance on Iona
Catherine Czerkawska at Loch Ken
Chris Holligan in Elie

Rose Galt in Girvan
Alex Wood on Arran
Andrew Hook in Glasgow
Alasdair McKillop in St Andrews

Sheila Hetherington on Arran
Anthony Seaton on Ben Nevis
Paul Cockburn at Loch Ness
Jackie Kemp in a taxi
Angus Skinner on Skye

12.06.12
No. 560

essayoftheweekThe Nobel-laureate
who supports
devo-max

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When the doc shakes your

hand in a certain way,

you know you're doomed

 

George Chalmers

 

'Tighten your sphincter – and – relax,' encouraged a man in civilian dress sitting a mere sword's-length away. I followed instructions. 'Three repetitions of 10 – twice a day,' he said, moving directly on to demonstrate some standing exercises.
     Afterwards, scribbling away, he continued, 'all these problems will have ruined your quality of life over the years I suppose'. It wasn’t a question. I was tempted to say the local swimming pool had banned me for resembling a gay Tarzan trailing a pink wake up and down the lane. But that would sound – Tarzanist.
     Proposed changes to NHS working practices may preclude patients from gratutitious references to fictional jungle dwellers regardless of sexuality. 'If this is a pre-op consultation,' I caution myself, 'don't get caught up in the whole NHS/ Tarzan thing'. They’re already going on strike in two weeks, any false move could prove fatal – bed-pans could be whipped from under a chap in one desperate movement – anything could happen.
     'I thought I was here for a biopsy doc?' – got the dressing gown, Camus and everything – 'is this something else?'. That throws him into a swivel towards the computer screen. In a couple of clicks he turns, 'That's next week – the 12th of June – today's about your pelvic floor'.
     It seemed trite to mention we'd just laid a floating floor in the new kitchen. 'Ah, the inner floating floor,' I squeeze in, as if it were an everyday consideration; which it is.
     'Nicely put,' he said, handing over a leaflet with a pen drawing of bisected genitalia that looked like an early Damian Hirst.
     Standing to leave, we shook hands and he enclosed mine by placing his left hand on top. A politician's doubler – we've all seen them. Harbingers of doom they are. 'I know something you don't', that grip proclaims.
     'So – let's have you back next week for the Big Finale,' he beamed. Or was it an unnecessary reminder to tighten the sphincter?


George Chalmers is a writer and community worker