Damon Hill, Doctor Kildare and me – By Rosemary Bach-Holzer
Offbeat Writings / July 5, 2009

This morning, due to lack of energy and a complete disregard for the creative process (I’m currently up a gum tree with my gumshoe) I sat down (well, laid down) to watch some old videos. I’m not a fan of DVDs – so shoot me – neither is Ninja, my cat. She can’t eject them from the machine with the same infinite ease she can a video. So, there was I, watching The Diverse Works of Shakespeare and Science Special: The Physics of Ultrasound as one does… what do you mean, absolutely! All right, in between episodes from The Love Boat and House Doctor, an orchestra began to play and lovely though it was it brought back some scary memories of eighteen months ago… Going to sleep while in the background the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra is softly playing is a pleasant enough way of entering the land of nod, except, despite what sounded like the woodwind section gearing up for its climax it was far from pleasing and it woke me up with a start. I nearly passed out all over again and thinking about it… I wish I had. Where was I? Not in the circle at the Royal…