“Birthday cake is not to be consumed on the ward without the permission of the management,” read the notice I found recently in the kitchen of a medical ward. I presumed it to be a joke, but sadly I was wrong. Apparently the United Kingdoms NHS, proud provider of more managerial positions than beds, has reached the point of regulating patients personal celebrations.
I havent always been a medical student. Back when each year brought fresh rejections from medical schools up and down the country, I made my living as a flight attendant. Contrary to the hedonistic whirlwind of mile high clubs and preflight drinking sessions that the tabloid papers describe, in reality I had a fair few rules to follow and my performance appraised on every flight.
One of the categories appraised was provocatively titled Virgin flair. This may sound like a measure of my ability to exude an