A while back, I found myself muttering the fateful words: “How hard can it be to run a local PACES course?” Turns out — hard . But also...

I don’t know if I was compassionate when I started in medicine. Not really, anyway. I think I wanted to be. Or at least, I thought I was....

When I was in Medical school, we still had old fashioned hardwood desks in the lecture theatre with decades of graffiti carved, written,...

…and nobody wanted to say how many units he’d had. By day, I’m a GP. By night, I’m a GP out of Hours because my wife has expensive tastes....

There's something a bit haunting about watching your child stare at a screen that's brighter than their future. My boys are six and...

Let’s get something straight: I’ve got a complicated relationship with neurodiversity. Not complicated in the “I don’t believe in it”...