A wise buddha tells us we should do it just like Dustin.

I've got sugary snacks, a new recovery regime and a new bed desk. So, we all know what that means. I'm going to catch a killer..

It's almost time to leave the hospital - but my fear of pain, lack of drugs and a set of Escher stairs are making the idea less appealing.

How the weeing in the bottle could send an SOS to the world and save our souls.

It turns out that if you break a few bones, you can break a few resolutions - and stuff your face stupid with whatever you want.

An accident, a hospital visit, and some NHS administered drugs left me facing an unexpected problem - aliens trying to torture me.