Medicines Sans Frontiers

Ex TasSwing Students Sam and Sarah got married a few weekends ago and it was an amazing day, marred only by the recent tragedy in Haiti. Both Sam and Sarah are doctors and were saddened by the devastation that the massive earthquake caused. Sam has spent a good deal of time in Haiti working for Doctors Without Borders, the poverty that Haiti sees can be demonstrated in a little snippet of conversation I caught second hand. "Sam said that when he walked into the tent that was sign posted 'hospital' with black gaffer tape, he was surprised to see that whilst it was very basic, what was there was pretty well organized, there was even a bookshelf with some medical journals on there, and from the look of plaster casts on some of the men on the street, someone had certainly been practicing medicine there recently. Unfortunately the medical journals had been published in 1940, and the plaster casting on the men in the street was done in a style that has not been practiced in Australia, since 1950".

The difference Sam (and all doctors without borders) made in Haiti and all over the world, changes the lives of men, women and children for generations! On Wednesday, I ask you all to dig deep, buy a ten ounce instead of a pint and donate your change to Doctors Without Boarders. Lets see if we can get these guys some medical journals that have been published some time THIS CENTURY! I will have my change bucket in class and downstairs while the band is on!

For more info check out http://doctorswithoutborders.org

Relle

More of an indication of whats to come..

December through till after Australia day is for me known as "The Season". The Season has more than ever started to suffer from what managers like to call "scope creep". The Season has started to creep into November and leave its trail of confetti and destruction well past into February, sometimes even past Valentines day (hint hint boys.. 14th feb.. red roses and chocolates LAME.. booze and dinner FOR THE WIN).

The Season starts when the weather gets warmer, its starts when the day light drinking hours get longer, and the the skirts get shorter, it starts when you start your Christmas pudding is hanging and it does not end until your body is pickled, sun burnt, plucked, preened, pruned and someone has been puked on.

The season is all about:
Punchups
Makeups
Breakups
Hitchups
Knockups
Cockups
Beercups
late wakeups
expensive getups, heads full of bad memories and hearts full of regrets.

Ive been away from the blog for a while, I claim a mixture of holidays, laziness, greesy fingers and drunken eyes. The above will give me inspiration over the coming weeks, I shall have a story for each of those headings if it kills me!

Most have a back ground, but never fear, scope creep will provide me more time to fill in the gaps if I have to.

Stay Tuned!

Relle