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on to which opened the little side-gate of our garden
Marcel Proust
A review: The Medical Model in Mental Health
In search of lost time
me
Samalaman
Wanzie
NOTES No. XXIV.
“uncritical partisan narrative”
“Antidepressants, withdrawal and addiction: where are we now?”
how many letters
A thank you letter
an umbilical cord
A letter in the BMJ
Published in the British Journal of Psychiatry (2000)
The matoke eaters
Serotonin is a vasoconstrictor
Serotonin and gut motility (1963)
Some neurophysiological aspects of Serotonin (1954)
“Doctors gamble on a cure”
“Is this pill a miracle?”
“Is this the answer to your problems?”
BBC2: 7.30pm, Tuesday 18th July 1995
“Does a disservice to psychiatrists”
‘At least 500 million years of nervous system evolution’
Psychiatry in General Practice (the early 1990s)
Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors
Pharmaceutical Mailing Lists
Medical leadership for mind, brain and body.
Wander into the woods [reserved for teddy bears etc . . .]
delivering news that passed me by
Dead Rat brains implored: it is by living we learn
Siberia
“Discontinuation Syndrome”
P O R S O L T
I mistook myself for a scientific label
On Melancholy Hill
Hame
Scottish Mental Health Arts Festival
Relics from the sanctum sanctorum
“what we believe in”
lost and yet preserved
All that is just
#hashtags
70,000 followers
“It is time to drive the stake into its misbegotten heart”
The Hydra monster of today
The loss of feeling
Savages
out of the Real
Stirling Marathon
flight of ideas
umbilical
a vulgar eloquence
Colin
Glasgow Style
To feel the wider life of Art
Impossible
A future for the past
The peacemaker
Vivendo discimus
Who would reclaim the mind from ill
Pica, pica, pica
And the artist . . .
a person has to be transcendent somewhere
Who cares?
Designed for a Rebellion!
S . . v. . D . r l . n g.
it was down to . . .
a two-masted lugger
She gangs in brawness
Lillias Hogg
angel
Hame
Pills or public health?
a collective loss
Paestum followed
This is now
That small place in the whole of time
The ‘ladder’ of partcipation
That moment [3rd from left, back row]
Award culture in British Psychiatry
After the Defeat Depression Campaign
Compelling Evidence
the art of departing from
‘Like the deck of a ship’
The Right Stuff – or The Wrong Stuff?
fairy liquid
Gilbert Farie
“Unpicked” by an Expert
I was not given the opportunity to say this in the Scottish Parliament . . .
Two years ago
offshore
dust
local and deep
R E C E N T discoveries at N I N E V E H
Where’s Simon now?
In a Name
“Chumocracy”
Oor big braw cosmos
Mrs Crudelius
Let the light shine in
An angel
Sylvia Plath said . . .
Anton Chekhov and ASTROV
Julian Barnes said . . .
Mrs Picken
‘The Scottish Government has missed an opportunity’
Pharmavarsity
Tilting at windmills
EXIT music
Aye RIGHT!
Catherine
The Politician’s clock
“I feel I’m writing for everyone”
grave full of years
half-glimpsed
vagabond language
Sketchbook 3
The educated, the curious, the psyche and the heart
Should be acknowledged here.
Effective healthcare depends on . . .
“Echoes defiantly against that silence”
“Works that dare to explore human vulnerability”
‘War is little pictures’
Tor-na-coille
Health
N.B.
Princes Street 11pm, November 1908, taken from the Outlook Tower, Castle Hill
Slightly askew
Kept in the dark
The Scottish Government rejects sunshine legislation
The front cover of the BMJ
success
Come down from there
a bit of background
Muriel Spark’s compass
For ruin was certainly ahead
And since I wondered
It was not all a materialistic process
I could listen to Milly for hours
‘The willingness among some . . .’
what may drift ashore
artist
Miss Kay
Was capable of touching the universal
The Morality of Leadership
“a twitter spat”
“. . . the race is on to get it to market”
A Sunshine Act for Scotland [FOI update]

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