Medicine is boring. I gaze through the wire mesh window into the car park with the mis-spelt graffiti painted in white emulsion. Programmes like ER, House, Peak Practice, and Dr Kildare are twaddle. Medicine is humdrum: the same people, the same complaints, the same practised spiels—in my brain mainly there is just an annoying buzzing sound. It's a similar existence for consultants, in their carpet tiled concrete monoliths, but at least they have the respite of an occasional game of table tennis in the mess. The only glamour in medicine …